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bibliothekaraOkay, I would like to to preface this with a disclaimer. You are not to expect any rationality from this week's post, becuase it hit my triggers way too hard. In the well-done way.
When I was 8 years old, and my brother was 1, my mother and my father and my brother and I were at Quaker Meeting. We were cleaning up after the food and socializing bit, and me and my brother were in one room with a window through to the next room. I took my eyes off him for a second. A second, and he was gone. He wandered off to the neighboring farm, and was eventually found by the police. He was gone for two hours before they found him, and it was the longest two hours of my life . My mother mentioned tonight ( because obviously, it came up) that afterwards, she couldn't bear to dress him in the same outfit ever again. White tee-shirt, tiny blue shorts. Two years ago, when I was 23 and he was 16, we went Christmas shopping together at the mall. We miscommunicated, and I ended up in the food court with no idea where he was. And it all came flooding back.
They got it exactly right, Bernero and Mundy and the rest. It's like you can't breathe. It's 18 years later, and I can still identify exactly what it felt like. I have a photographic recollection of each bit of where it happened. It's not rational, it's not something you can explain to anybody else except someone who's gone through it.
This is one of those episodes which seems intensely complicated until the very end. There's so many threads, so many bits, and then they all come together through the skill of the writing and the talent of the cast. Especially the cast.
BUD CORT. BUD FREAKIN' CORT. God and Harold, Harold and God. That creepy Southern accent. And my mother was yelling, as Hotch was running up the stairs to the bathroom, "Oh dear." Because it was obvious what that final tableau was going to be. Matthew is a well-educated young man, and after having Bud Cort in his episode, playing a character like that, there was only one way it could end. (I think we got our wish this week, we who may have wished for an unrepentant female UnSub.)
(Digression: Matthew did a really, really,really good job directing, more than I can specify. )
Ann Cusack and Brooke Smith were equally fantastic. Poor Brooke will probably get identified as the character she played in Silence of The Lambs. But that's not so bad, given this week's themes of victims and power and agency. Barbara had a very potent journey, and she got her baby back. A journey only outstripped by Sarah's, Sarah whom I think may have to be listed with Karen Foley as Character of The Season. "I wish I didn't have to know that" is this series in a nutshell. We shouldn't have to, but because we do know these things, the world is a tiny bit better.
Which brings me to the children. Oh, the children. Little Aimee, who was really fantastically strong. The girl whom, for obvious reasons, I can only identify as Gretel, who bodily threw herself in front of Aimee. And Charlie/David. Who preserved the memory of all of the children. Charlie, the Keeper of The Names. Their Real Names. And who tried his best for Steven's parents, even if there was only one way that could end.
It strikes me that I haven't said much about our team this week. And I think that may be a good thing. They were seamlessly integrated into this week's story, and remained themselves throughout. If it was anyone's episode, it was JJ's, and mostly because of that painful but fantastic scene in the conference room. Where Morgan (because it has to be Morgan) lays it all bare; and then one by one by one, they all come to the conclusion that JJ came to already.
Next week: Okay, so this week was Fucked Up Hansel and Gretel. And Next Week, we get a widowed King looking for his Queen. Oh heck.
When I was 8 years old, and my brother was 1, my mother and my father and my brother and I were at Quaker Meeting. We were cleaning up after the food and socializing bit, and me and my brother were in one room with a window through to the next room. I took my eyes off him for a second. A second, and he was gone. He wandered off to the neighboring farm, and was eventually found by the police. He was gone for two hours before they found him, and it was the longest two hours of my life . My mother mentioned tonight ( because obviously, it came up) that afterwards, she couldn't bear to dress him in the same outfit ever again. White tee-shirt, tiny blue shorts. Two years ago, when I was 23 and he was 16, we went Christmas shopping together at the mall. We miscommunicated, and I ended up in the food court with no idea where he was. And it all came flooding back.
They got it exactly right, Bernero and Mundy and the rest. It's like you can't breathe. It's 18 years later, and I can still identify exactly what it felt like. I have a photographic recollection of each bit of where it happened. It's not rational, it's not something you can explain to anybody else except someone who's gone through it.
This is one of those episodes which seems intensely complicated until the very end. There's so many threads, so many bits, and then they all come together through the skill of the writing and the talent of the cast. Especially the cast.
BUD CORT. BUD FREAKIN' CORT. God and Harold, Harold and God. That creepy Southern accent. And my mother was yelling, as Hotch was running up the stairs to the bathroom, "Oh dear." Because it was obvious what that final tableau was going to be. Matthew is a well-educated young man, and after having Bud Cort in his episode, playing a character like that, there was only one way it could end. (I think we got our wish this week, we who may have wished for an unrepentant female UnSub.)
(Digression: Matthew did a really, really,really good job directing, more than I can specify. )
Ann Cusack and Brooke Smith were equally fantastic. Poor Brooke will probably get identified as the character she played in Silence of The Lambs. But that's not so bad, given this week's themes of victims and power and agency. Barbara had a very potent journey, and she got her baby back. A journey only outstripped by Sarah's, Sarah whom I think may have to be listed with Karen Foley as Character of The Season. "I wish I didn't have to know that" is this series in a nutshell. We shouldn't have to, but because we do know these things, the world is a tiny bit better.
Which brings me to the children. Oh, the children. Little Aimee, who was really fantastically strong. The girl whom, for obvious reasons, I can only identify as Gretel, who bodily threw herself in front of Aimee. And Charlie/David. Who preserved the memory of all of the children. Charlie, the Keeper of The Names. Their Real Names. And who tried his best for Steven's parents, even if there was only one way that could end.
It strikes me that I haven't said much about our team this week. And I think that may be a good thing. They were seamlessly integrated into this week's story, and remained themselves throughout. If it was anyone's episode, it was JJ's, and mostly because of that painful but fantastic scene in the conference room. Where Morgan (because it has to be Morgan) lays it all bare; and then one by one by one, they all come to the conclusion that JJ came to already.
Next week: Okay, so this week was Fucked Up Hansel and Gretel. And Next Week, we get a widowed King looking for his Queen. Oh heck.
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Date: 2010-03-05 12:55 am (UTC)And I kept wondering, what buttons is this pushing in Hotch? He's already been separated from Jack because of Foyet. Is he going to be hesitant to take Jack out anywhere for a while? (Or will it not matter because the writers seem to have forgotten that Jack exists.)
Good stuff all around..nice to see Hotch looking a little healthier, too.
Hansel and Maude
Date: 2010-03-05 01:36 am (UTC)