Greetings, fellow TV fans! You may have noticed there was no Gleecap this week. That’s because our very own Glee correspondent Adam was up to his beautiful blue eyeballs organizing the ImageOut LGBT Film Festival. Congratulations, Adam! And you really didn’t miss much on Glee. I think Kurt cried some more. Now, here are a few thoughts on the rest of your favorite geeky shows on the tube!
“The cops, a terror cell and Polly Walker are looking for me, so I think I’ll leave my door unlocked
and take a bath next to this electrical appliance.”
I multi-task while I’m watching TV, and it shows, since I’m still trying to figure out what happened to Amanda on Caprica. I thought Clarice stopped her from jumping, but it turns out she did jump after all. I’m afraid to Google pics of jump victims, so I’m going to have to assume that Amanda’s injuries are accurate. Lots of bruising and some messed up legs. Lacy screws up a bombing, and I love how the other teen terrorists treat her failure like a party foul, like she brought a teacher to a kegger. Clarice is back from Gemenon, and she’s got the power to clean up after James Marsters and eradicate the troublemakers. Botched bombings and dead teens draw the attention of the detective who previsouly investigated Zoe’s death. He thinks Clarice may be involved in the STO and wants Amanda to help him spy on her. Poor Amanda. She’s been through a lot, but if this leads to an eventual knock-down, drag-out battle of the bitches with Clarice, then I’m all for it. (P.S. I’m rooting for Clarice and, I guess, the downfall of humanity, by association. But mostly for Clarice.)
It’s Fauxlivia! Run! Run for your lives!
Fringe‘s Fauxlivia is so obviously not Olivia that I can’t believe Peter doesn’t see it. He even tells her, “Gosh, you’re so different since we came back from the other universe. It’s like you’re not even you, but some other version of you, or maybe not you at all, but someone who looks like you, but is pretending to be you. Oh well. Let’s have sex.” In this episode, we get some insight into the lives and loves of shapeshifters. Turns out they’re so good at role playing that they actually start to develop feelings for the people they’re deceiving. I remember when my life was taken over by a shapeshifter. I didn’t start caring about people, though, so I must be a newer model than the ones on Fringe. I can’t wait for Fauxlivia to find out that Olivia has taken over her life, too: wearing her clothes, doing her job, f**king her boyfriend. An Olivia/Fauxlivia Battle Royale is coming soon. Place your bets!
Clark Kent’s wardrobe courtesy of International Male.
Let’s get right to it, shall we? What do you think of Clark’s new jacket on Smallville? I love the emblem on the chest, and I love the whole idea of it. The 80s detailing on the shoulders sort of turns me off, though. I wish they’d kept it very simple and contemporary. I’m glad they keep showing the jacket at the end of each episode, because I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the show if the jacket showed up early on. As soon as I see the jacket, I begin wondering how long it will be before we can buy one, and would I actually wear it? It would be cool to wear at conventions, I guess. Or job interviews. Or funerals. But I really only ever wear blue and green. I have a ruddy complexion and look like a tomato if I wear red. Maybe if I wear blue underneath it, that will help. Aren’t you glad you’re reading a Smallville recap that doesn’t actually discuss the episode? Sorry about that. Basically, Clark and Lois head back to Smallville to attend Clark’s 20th high school reunion. What’s that? Fifth?! Lois and Clark are 23?! What?! If they’re 23, then so am I.
Just push the beds together, boys. It’s as simple as that.
This is a Bobby-centric episode of Supernatural, which is great for the big, burly Bobby fans out there. Me, I’m a Sam fan. I’m still recovering from last week’s shirtless workout, so it’s probably a good idea Sam’s absent for most of this episode. So, Bobby. Bobby sold his soul last season, and I’m not so sure why it’s that important for him to get it back so soon, unless, of course, Bobby’s days are numbered. While Bobby works on getting his soul back, we’re treated to a glimpse of what his world is like: taken for granted, abused, surrounded by demons. It was like a documentary of my life, so I have new found appreciation and respect for Bobby, which is good, since, like I said, his days are obviously numbered. But I have a question about soul-taking and returning. When Crowley took Bobby’s soul, it involved a hot and heavy kiss…with tongue. But returning the soul just takes a wave of the hand? Unfair. If they didn’t want to do another kiss, then a handjob or hot oil massage would have sufficed. I mean, I don’t know, I’m no expert on satanic law (despite rumors to the contrary).
That’s it, kids. Be sure to let us know what you’re watching and what you thought of your favorite shows this past week. Thanks for tuning in!