This one took a while ‘cause let’s face it: this episode rivals I Robot, You Jane in suckitude. There is really no excuse for an episode featuring so much Cordy to suck this bad, so I’m docking ten points from Joss and Co. for this.
From a “real world” perspective, the episode is all about love and how it makes you do the wacky, which I’m pretty sure someone says straight out in the episode. I think it was Willow. I don’t know, this episode is so bad I wasn’t giving it my full attention… There were kittens on the internet.
From the show’s perspective, though, we have more mythos-building, what with “undead” now also including talking zombies, and there being such a thing as a flesh-eating demon, which… there’s really no need for that. Like, ever. Why would they even?
If we’re to take anything from the episode, it’s this:
Xander: […] people don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream. What they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.
And sure, this is true from a teenager’s perspective because unless you have the face and body of [insert hot person here], a lot of the people you crush on will probably be unattainable.
However, growing up means realizing that unattainable does not always equal attractive. I mean, I’d say Newt Gin—well, no, he’d bang a lightpost. Uh… I’d say that Ann Coulter is unattainable, and she’s pretty much the least attractive person in the universe to me.
Love doesn’t mean shooting for the stars. Love means… love. If anything, it’s an equalizer. Exactly every one is made a fool by love at least once. Which is why it makes people do the wacky. Even Angel, apparently.
Anyway, this episode sucks more than it doesn’t, and it seems to make me rambly, so I’ll stop now. Stay tuned, the next one’s much better.
- “Whenever we fight, you bring up the ‘vampire’ thing!” Lulz, they fight just like real people!
- This episode marks the second time Buffy’s been in a coffin.
- Flustered Giles is the single most adorable Giles.
- Hey, Miss Calendar: Football is not our national pastime, dumbass.