|Dira Sudis (dira) wrote,|
@ 2009-04-06 10:05 pm UTC
What the Jesus fuck?
Here is what I liked about this episode:
1) DEEEEEEEEEEEAN and his little FACE.
2) SAAAAAAAAAAAAAM and HIS little face.
3) CASTIEL ANGEL OF THE LORD OMG YOU ARE MY FAVORITE FOREVER AND EVER.
4) Oh, Chuck.
Here is what I did not like about this episode:
OH MY GOD I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT THERE COULD BE SOMETHING MORE HORRIBLY CRINGE-INDUCINGLY META THAN JOSH LYMAN VERSUS THE INTERNET. WHAT THE FUCK, KRIPKE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I AM IN HONEST TO GOD PAIN NOW. THANKS.
YOU JUST. WITH THE. AND THE.
FUCKING STOPPIT, YOU M-NIGHT-LEVEL-DOUCHEBAG. EVEN YOUR DOUCHEBAGGERY IS MAKING MY BRAIN HURT WITH ITS SELF-REFERENTIALITY.
So, in short, I suddenly feel like I'm at the point where I like the characters more than (or in spite of) the show, which is... awkward. But hey, maybe it'll come around next week.
And on the bright side, all new exciting premises for Dean/Castiel! \o/
PS Before I go back to answering comments on my depressing SG-1 demographic statistics while I wait for the drugs to kick in: there were no characters of color who spoke in this episode, either. But hey, at least there were women: a waitress, a crazed fangirl, and a demon. GO US.