perpetually sunny. The air smells of tea and rose, and the wind in the trees sounds like a tune from a porcelain musical piano figurine.
as demonstrated by my interests, I am quite fond of dissonance.
…With a side dish of FEELS right in the first scene; Juliette spontaneously remembers Nick for her boyfriend of 3 years that he is, she remembers the last conversation they had before she passed out in last season’s finale including the fact that she didn’t believe him, especially not about “ADALIND IS A WIIIITCH!!!”, and suddenly, she realizes that the things he tried to tell her about just make sense. Naturally, it sounds too abrupt and too simple, because THEN HIS ALARM GOES OFF, AND HE WAKES UP ON THE COUCH *sob* Okay, so, “Even if I never remember who you were, I’d like to get to know who you are. I’ll make you dinner!” it shall be.
At one point, she turns up at the precinct with the hope that seeing Nick at work might do something to help jog her memory of him. No luck there, but she does get some googly stares from Captain Recently-Purified-Hexen-Prince. Later on, he fills up a Word document with her name, and the camera zooms in on his “Wait, when did I do that?” expression. It couldn’t be a fantasy without a good old fashioned love triangle, I suppose.
All of that is intercut with the detectives trying to hunt down an Angry Badger Man, who seems to have beat his wife unconscious, and went on the lam with their daughter. Long story short, the little 9 year old girl is the prematurely-Angrier-Badger, and her father was just trying to keep her away from everyone, to keep the unsuspecting plainfolk safe. Oh yeah, and the girl was the one who attacked her mother. The revelation comes when Nick and Hank follow the guy to the hospital where he’s visiting his wife, and the little one gave me Claudia vibes right until the end.
Then there’s the Monrosalee story arc; Monroe’s flustery and ill-fated attempts to do Rosalee’s job at the Wesen Apothecary for her while she’s away, and his adventures in trying to save a Mouse Man from a badly mixed inner ear potion. In so doing, he seems more horrified that the guy attacks a grandfather clock with a chainsaw than anything else. Well, he essentially said last week that his own clocks are like his children, after all.
Back to the normal and domestic, Nick and Juliette have a romantic dinner and dance, and a new first kiss… except she sees his face as dat prince’s, and like dat prince, she has no idea why that happened. I find myself wondering if that was what the purification potion was supposed to do, because I sure didn’t trust the late Adalind’s-Mama Hexenbiest further than I could’ve thrown her. At any rate, it’s about 80 kinds of bizarre, and that thrills me to pieces.
the word ‘phonetically’ doesn’t even start with an f. shit like this is why aliens fly straight past us.
such a beautiful song; about “everyone thinks that you are Narcissus incarnate”. Well, if you’re going to lay a harsh truth on someone, a lovely tune would be the way to do it, I suppose!
as a parting-for-the-week gift, i give you the ridiculous song that i told you about weekend before last. I hope you hear it as Ye Olde Theory of a Deadman-ish as I do.
Enjoy, and Fare thee well!
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