I wouldn’t say *I’ve* been betrayed, Bob. But it’s getting close…
What to say about last week’s Wayward Pines?1 I think the budget’s getting rationed, for one – the episode felt sparse, not eerie. A few first-time characters didn’t help the sensation, nor did a certain flatness of what was supposed to be intimacy of various sorts between various characters.
Was it bad? …no? We’ve hit the M. Night Shyamalan-iest part of the arc, where we’ve forgotten half the interesting touches brought about thus far,2 dropped in one or two interesting bits – hello oddly vacant lot – and everything is threatening to present itself without any depth. Just for example, WHAT THE HELL WAS UP WITH EVERYONE IN THE CLOSING SCENE?
That scene’s worth a quick analysis as it covers almost everything all at once. There’s the mysterious figure stepping in front of the truck3 which was intriguing when you think some bigger thing may be at play. But there’s the convenient bizarre layout of town where our beleaguered hero can catch up to said truck on foot. And then there’s the poor, miscast love-interest getting to stare numbly4 thus prompting our previously serviceably cast beleaguered hero to… vaguely poke at his (probably not dead) son.
Not much more to discuss, other than:
Where are we on the expectations vs awkward-silence-at-the-payoff matrix?
Gahhhh…ah? (that’s 11 in metric) – Three episodes to go, the momentum better pick back up, quick.
- While we’re on that note, what to say about cliche’d starts to posts? And meta commentary! Say, why don’t they make the whole *plane* out of the stuff they make the black boxes out of? ↵
- I actually yearn for the schoolbus driver-cum-sheriff’s secretary. ↵
- was it the sister/nurse? Couldn’t tell… ↵
- That’s what it was, right? ↵