SG EP2 Review

I’ve been having these dreams lately.  I’m in a red tunnel and somehow the tunnel splits in two.  And then something terrible happens.  To me.  I don’t want to remember everything. I think there is a bug inside of me.  At some point today I was lying down in the park reading a book with an orange cover while children played around me.  I think in that moment I did not hate anyone.  

I don’t remember much of what I did last Monday but I do know that I watched the second episode of Supergirl titled Stronger Together.  And thus here I am with another review, honoring my solemn vow of devotion to this chronicling of the adventures of Kara Zor-El.  

I heard the song I Need You by LeAnn Rimes today for the first time in decades.  I’d forgotten how much I love that song, very pretty melody.  That reminded in some weird way to order a Criterion blu ray with Willem Dafoe.  When it gets here I think I will watch it with the director’s commentary first despite having never seen the movie.  I am a little scared. 

The almost opening scene involving the oil spill was great, great humor.  I felt it struck exactly the right tone.  I was pleased with the soft-boiled egg of Maxwell Lord being featured (this time played by Peter Facinelli, perhaps best known from the excellent television series Fastlane).  Lord is a groovy character with a rich history in DC Comics lore.  I look forward to seeing if he shall be friend or foe to our girl of steel.  I recall that Gil Bellows played Lord on Smallville.  Bellows also co-starred with Calista Flockhart on Ally McBeal and Flockhart now plays Cat Grant on Supergirl.  It’s all connected!  It’s all some grand conspiracy.  My life is a shambles.  Flockhart was better in this episode and her character was used well.  I still don’t like the approach they have taken with her but I at least now see hope.  

Some of the Krypton scenes were a bit on the nose as it pertained to the episodic story but I was pleased as kick in how true they is being to the current Kryptonian mythology.  All kinds of name dropping on this program.  This pleases me.  I grew up addicted to comic books and eventually I became a hollow shell of a man void of talent and unable to foster any real relationships.  But I still read funny books.  

Laura Benanti is doing a fantastic job with what is essentially 3 different parts, the evil and sexy Astra, Alura Zor-El and the holographic AI version of Alura Zor-El.  

I have friends who slavishly worship the Star Wars mythology but that has never been me.  Still, I must say the original poster for A New Hope is a great poster, just fucking great.  If I didn’t have such indifference to Wars I might purchase it and hang it on my wall for all to see and envy.  Maybe instead I’ll hang up a nice still life or some nature photographs, maybe some old black-and-white family photos.  Perhaps I’ll finally just do what needs to be done and end it all.  

Do I even need to say it?  Melissa Benoist is still far and away the best aspect of this show.  They totally hammer and nailed it with this casting, a perfect mixture of earnestness, humor, vulnerability, strength and beauty.  I am deeply in love with her and in many ways I realize now I’ve loved her my entire life.  Yet I also am in love with Maria Celeste.  Whom do I love more?  That is a question I’ve been asking myself the better part of all afternoon.

There was just ever so slightly something off about this episode, tonally speaking. I find that I’m unable to explain exactly how it was off which just proves once again what a great writer I am.  The dialogue is still too heavy on the exposition but that’s to be expected.  But that’s still no excuse!  Still, I do love how fast it is moving; wasting no time in Supergirl having her first fight with which I assume is the season long main villain.  It’s not yet quite as smooth as The Flash but it is doing its unique thing and doing it well so far.  I normally find second episodes to be the shakiest of all and this one had some missteps that I can’t quite explain it was still surprisingly strong and consistently enjoyable.  

I think I’ll go listen to Scott Walker and write some crap.  Then I’ll probably go gas up my rig and by a gallon of milk and a box of cereal which I will consume will watching episode three tonight.  I’m not sure what I will do afterward.  Perhaps I will read some Shakespeare.  Or maybe I’ll watch The Spy Who Loved Me or Krzysztof Kieślowski’s 1993 flick Trois couleurs: Bleu.

My posh flat smells like strawberries.  There’s nothing quite as good as strawberry.  I spent hours today on the website iamablackstar.com.  Who knows how many countless hours I will spend there tomorrow?  These are precisely the types of questions that will haunt me throughout the night.  I don’t consider myself insane.  I am something a recluse and misanthrope and very very self absorbed.  I was born in the sixties and felt completely out of character for such a long period of my life.  

You are such an inspiration.  This is the truth, the harsh reality at the center of everything.  I am feeling so much love these days.  I think I’ll record an entire album in ¾ and give the people something they can waltz to all night.  Maybe I’ll see you there in a white dress.  I’ll feel exhausted on the inside but look well rested on the outside.  Everyone around us will be wearing masks but we will see each other for real.  

Jacques will likely be the next.  It just makes sense.  I can no longer ignore all the signs.  Funky dollar bill is real ya’ll.  I give B plus. 

The Grim Reaper remains hopeful.  I will follow his lead for now.