Well color me disappointed. After two weeks of fantastic episodes, PoI seems to have returned to its season one formula. It wasn’t a bad formula, I had just been hoping the show was heading in a darker, more complex direction. Maybe next week?
The story of the week was standard. And boring. This episode actually reminded me of Burn Notice, and not in a good way. The spoiled daughter of a foreign diplomat gets into trouble by partying too hard and with the wrong sort of people. I think every crime procedural since the beginning of time has done at least one episode on this theme.
This episode wasn’t that funny, wasn’t that dark, wasn’t that interesting, and frankly wasn’t that good. Michael Emerson and Bear were forced to carry the majority of the episode through their adorable interactions. I loved watching their relationship develop over the hour. We went from Finch picking up a ball with a Kleenex to Finch being willing to take Bear for a walk. Sure, the progression was a little too speedy to be totally believable, but it was still cute.
Reese and Finch also had some really sweet scenes together. Without any hesitation, Reese understood and accepted his role taking care of the recently traumatized Finch. He didn’t coddle him or patronize him, but he was very sensitive and understanding. It was definitely a side of Reese we haven’t seen before.
I’ve said before that I hate it when characters’ wounds magically heal from one episode to the next. Emotional wounds are just the same as physical ones. Finch is suffering some serious aftereffects from his recent abduction. He’s nervous, agoraphobic, and seems to have developed a slight phobia of brunettes. Did you see the way he reacted when he saw that woman on the street? It makes perfect sense. Finch was held captive for weeks (or possibly days; time lines around hiatuses always get a little sketchy). He was living with a deranged, obsessed genius and was in constant fear for his life. Finch isn’t Reese; he’s not completely accustomed to life and death situations and it stands to reason he wouldn’t heal overnight.
Stanton’s back after a long absence. Progress on the Machine mystery front was minimal. Evans (Snow’s “preppy friend”) is dead and Stanton is working with at least one other person (the man who spoke with Carter on Snow’s cell). Something mysterious was carved out of Alicia’s arm in the morgue, and Stanton wants to know who sent her and Reese to China. Last season, the Machine mystery was one of my favorite parts of the show, but in this episode there was so little new information, the scenes with Snow and Stanton just fell flat. It felt like they were there just to kill time, and not to improve the story.
I know this review is pretty harsh, but the first two episodes of this season were so good! I suppose we had to get a let down from the awesomeness at some point. Fingers crossed that next week Root will be back and all will be well.
Bits and Pieces:
Sadly, no Root this week.
I loved Reese picking the security guys’ pockets. I wish I could pickpocket. It seems like a useful skill.
The club where the shootout took place really reminded me of The Bronze.
Fusco has Finch listed in his phone as “Mr. Good News.”
Sophia charming Fusco was such a cute moment.
The Machine mystery: not to be confused with the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo.
If you don’t feel secure enough to go for a walk flanked by a former CIA assassin and a military-trained attack dog, your problems might be unfixable.
“Let me guess, you had to buy another security company.”
“And a credit bureau.”
I suppose that’s one way to pass a background check.
“No. Squinty eyes. Can’t be trusted”
My dad always said it was close-set eyes you couldn’t trust.
“Finch, I think I found our threat and they’re not photographers.”
“How could you tell?”
“The gun was a pretty good hint.”
When Reese’s lines are written out, I can almost hear David Boreanaz as Angel saying them.
“I’ve spent some time feeling lost.”
“Someone found me. Told me I needed a purpose.”
“Sounds like a good friend.”
“Give me three and a half minutes.”
“Please. There are at least ten guys in there.”
“Okay, four minutes.”
“It took longer than four minutes.”
“Well, this guy hit me over the head with a neon sign. Not very sportsmanlike.”
Our glib badass is back.
Two out of four Brazilian celebutantes