The whole time I was downloading it, after struggling for HOURS to get it to download, I was saying to myself, "It'll be after 3:00 AM, you'll have to watch it in the morning."
Second it was finished downloading? Yeah, I watched it. Stayed up until half-past four, and LAUGHED MY ARSE OFF THE WHOLE TIME.
From the fact that Sam really did play soccer and JOHN KEPT THE TROPHY to Dean's first sawed-off, to the bits and pieces in the locker (PLEASE, tell me we'll be going back to that locker) to the slapstick, to "I lost my shoe" and with it the glimpses of what they must have been like when Sam was eight and Dean was (still is) 12.... Freaking hi-larious.
Creepy religio-nut. Oh, boy. Choosing up sides in the war...and I actually like that he's going to stay a problem for a while. Love that he even creeps Gordon out a little. Gordy? Think about this, man. The only people who stick with you are whackjobs. Coincidence? I think not.
I didn't like Bela as much as I anticipated I would, but she gets points for style and for *actually shooting* Sam. Woman has balls, I'll give her that.
There are some inevitable continuity issues - Queens and Buffalo are SO not close to one another. The restaurant web page claims they are in Black Rock (which is in Arkansas), nowhere near New York State (there is no Black Rock, NY). When Dean walks Sammy into the motel room, he's wearing two shoes; later when he's sitting in the chair, he only has one shoe, but it's the left - he lost the right down the sewer. (Splash!)
But I LOVED their moments when the other was on the phone. BOBBY SINGER YOU ARE MY HEEEEERO, and I have such renewed love for non-psycho John (well, okay, maybe a little psycho).
I think we've clearly established that the gore this season will be more graphic than we've previously had. I can live with that, but...ick. As long as they keep telegraphing hard enough that we know when to look away.
Way to keep a low profile, boys. Do I smell FBI anytime soon? That website ought to be enough to make Henrickson's ears prick up but bigtime.
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Date: 2007-10-20 03:16 pm (UTC)Second it was finished downloading? Yeah, I watched it. Stayed up until half-past four, and LAUGHED MY ARSE OFF THE WHOLE TIME.
From the fact that Sam really did play soccer and JOHN KEPT THE TROPHY to Dean's first sawed-off, to the bits and pieces in the locker (PLEASE, tell me we'll be going back to that locker) to the slapstick, to "I lost my shoe" and with it the glimpses of what they must have been like when Sam was eight and Dean was (still is) 12.... Freaking hi-larious.
Creepy religio-nut. Oh, boy. Choosing up sides in the war...and I actually like that he's going to stay a problem for a while. Love that he even creeps Gordon out a little. Gordy? Think about this, man. The only people who stick with you are whackjobs. Coincidence? I think not.
I didn't like Bela as much as I anticipated I would, but she gets points for style and for *actually shooting* Sam. Woman has balls, I'll give her that.
There are some inevitable continuity issues - Queens and Buffalo are SO not close to one another. The restaurant web page claims they are in Black Rock (which is in Arkansas), nowhere near New York State (there is no Black Rock, NY). When Dean walks Sammy into the motel room, he's wearing two shoes; later when he's sitting in the chair, he only has one shoe, but it's the left - he lost the right down the sewer. (Splash!)
But I LOVED their moments when the other was on the phone. BOBBY SINGER YOU ARE MY HEEEEERO, and I have such renewed love for non-psycho John (well, okay, maybe a little psycho).
I think we've clearly established that the gore this season will be more graphic than we've previously had. I can live with that, but...ick. As long as they keep telegraphing hard enough that we know when to look away.
Way to keep a low profile, boys. Do I smell FBI anytime soon? That website ought to be enough to make Henrickson's ears prick up but bigtime.
Oh, show. I love you so much.