Scattered Flashpoint commentary
Mar. 9th, 2018 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enemyofperfectSpoilers through 2x18:
I'm sorry Darren couldn't make it home, and I'm sorry for what that did to Sam, but I think the parts of "Behind the Blue Line" that gave me the very most feelings were, one, Spike's face as Sam talked about the friend he lost; and two, that agonizing pan -- while Sam talked about the one person he should have been able to save -- from Leah, over empty space, and finally to Spike.
I'd been feeling frustrated that the show didn't seem to remember Lewis past the first episode after his death, and I'm still not entirely sure whether or not the script does, but at least now I know that Sergio Di Zio and the camera do.
(Feelings.)
I'm also very glad that Ed has an actualfax support group, to which he has even managed to drag Greg. And you know, I really wouldn't mind if Sam decided to retire and become Jules' nice civilian boyfriend? But I'm still glad the team was there for him.
Let's see, what other thoughts have I accumulated since I posted last. I was very glad to meet Leah, of course, and I love that she and Jules get to talk in the locker room. Finally we have a team that permits a Bechdel-Wallace pass! Not that I don't love Winnie too, but the dynamic is a little bit different.
Another thing I really appreciated was Sam -- the previous rookie on the team! -- backing Leah up in "The Good Citizen", however disorienting it was to have Wordy fantasizing about letting the subject shoot some drug dealers. I guess being good about gender doesn't make Wordy magically without flaws, huh?
And then going back a little farther again, I'm kind of still laughing to myself about how much "You Think You Know Someone" was just the show telling Greg to put on his own oxygen mask first.
But I help other people to help myself! he protests.
We know, Greg, says the show. Put on the damn mask.
I'm not ordinarily much of a fan of telling people to take care of themselves for other people's sake -- at times when I've been very low, it's tended to strike me as a rebuke for daring to believe that I belonged to myself -- but I have to admit that in this particular case, what Jules told him might be the only thing he would have been able to hear.
Overall: Still not a perfect show, as if anything is, but it continues to provide me with some beautiful moments.
I'm sorry Darren couldn't make it home, and I'm sorry for what that did to Sam, but I think the parts of "Behind the Blue Line" that gave me the very most feelings were, one, Spike's face as Sam talked about the friend he lost; and two, that agonizing pan -- while Sam talked about the one person he should have been able to save -- from Leah, over empty space, and finally to Spike.
I'd been feeling frustrated that the show didn't seem to remember Lewis past the first episode after his death, and I'm still not entirely sure whether or not the script does, but at least now I know that Sergio Di Zio and the camera do.
(Feelings.)
I'm also very glad that Ed has an actualfax support group, to which he has even managed to drag Greg. And you know, I really wouldn't mind if Sam decided to retire and become Jules' nice civilian boyfriend? But I'm still glad the team was there for him.
Let's see, what other thoughts have I accumulated since I posted last. I was very glad to meet Leah, of course, and I love that she and Jules get to talk in the locker room. Finally we have a team that permits a Bechdel-Wallace pass! Not that I don't love Winnie too, but the dynamic is a little bit different.
Another thing I really appreciated was Sam -- the previous rookie on the team! -- backing Leah up in "The Good Citizen", however disorienting it was to have Wordy fantasizing about letting the subject shoot some drug dealers. I guess being good about gender doesn't make Wordy magically without flaws, huh?
And then going back a little farther again, I'm kind of still laughing to myself about how much "You Think You Know Someone" was just the show telling Greg to put on his own oxygen mask first.
But I help other people to help myself! he protests.
We know, Greg, says the show. Put on the damn mask.
I'm not ordinarily much of a fan of telling people to take care of themselves for other people's sake -- at times when I've been very low, it's tended to strike me as a rebuke for daring to believe that I belonged to myself -- but I have to admit that in this particular case, what Jules told him might be the only thing he would have been able to hear.
Overall: Still not a perfect show, as if anything is, but it continues to provide me with some beautiful moments.
