"Our house -- in the middle of the street."
That made me laugh out loud...Sometimes I wonder what the producers of Psych have time to do in their lives besides create episodes and watch old movies, because almost every episode has a movie tie-in. I think they've seen everything... This week's cinephile shout-out, if you will, was to Single White Female. Remember when everyone thought Bridget Fonda was on her way to a huge career? Let's review.
So, Jules is all "You can't live here, Shawn." And Shawn is all like "I'm not giving up on us, Jules." And then Juliet gets a new roommate and she gets killed and then this other girl shows up and goes nuts dressing like Jules... Or does she?
Nah, she's all right. It was her psycho ex-boyfriend who was the murderer. And she was just dressing like Jules because she was trying to hide herself. She'd been doing this for years, always running and taking on new identities. Good twist on the classic. And it was telegraphed minimally.
I like how Psych has handled all this Juliet-Shawn business, even if it is kind of late in the game for us to believe a smart ladycop like Jules really thought Shawn had a psychic gift. But, looking back over the weeks, it went in a nice progression: big move-in, big truth-out, big kick-out, and in the episodes that followed, a gradual, logical reconciliation... ish... scenario. It had to happen that she found out the truth, and they've done a good job parsing out the consequences but not making them artificially permanent.
I don't think there was much more to note in this episode. The Yoga stuff -- too sweaty. I love Woody -- and Kurt Fuller -- but, Woody's getting to be a little much. I mean, every now and then he will come out with a gigantically inappropriate comment or revelation that is awesome. But sometimes, he's overkill.
I can't say where this episode ranks in this season, probably somewhere near the middle. It's odd how up and down the season has been, isn't it?