Some final Gilmore Girls thoughts after finishing the whole series...
The Show’s Biggest Strength: Relationships. At its best, Gilmore Girls knows its characters, and digs into the complicated web of past and present that ties them altogether or splits them apart. Whether they’re sturdy or frayed, its exploration of those connections is always good.
The Show’s Biggest Weakness: Plotting. While the show’s quite good at telling individual stories within episodes, a lot of the time it’s decisions to bring people together or break them apart, or to cause a major life change for a character, are convenient and/or unsatisfying.
Favorite Character: Emily Gilmore. What a fascinating, complicated character Emily is. She’s someone who loves her family, but tries to express it in ways that can often repel them, who believes in a certain sense of what’s right and proper but often forced to confront things that don’t fit that mold, and who projects an image of strength and dignity but who can secretly be an open wound. So many layers to her, each more interesting than the last.
Least Favorite Character: Zack. He’s the rare character who’s both unpleasant to spend time with, and who negatively affects things plot-wise. He’s not only a jerk who doesn’t really show an inkling of reforming until the kids are born, but he’s also an anchor around poor Lane’s neck.
Favorite Season: Season 2. This was a tough one, but I think this is where the show had fully-honed its voice, while still being able to capitalize on the original premise. I’m not a big fan of the Rory-Dean-Jess love triangle, but I think this is the season with the overall richest exploration of Lorelai’s relationship with her parents (my favorite element of the show) and to a lesser extent with Rory.
Least Favorite Season: Season 6. There’s still some good in it, but the characters stop acting like themselves, the plotting is arguably nonsensical, and it feels like the soul of the show starts to dissipate.
What Team?: Team Logan. Dean is a prop, and Jess went from being a bad match for Rory to being too good for her. That leaves Logan (or, alternatively, being Team “Rory Finds Someone Else”). Admittedly, the revival threw a monkey wrench into this for me, and I wouldn’t necessarily want my kid to end up with Logan, but I still think he’s the best fit for Rory in terms of being someone who cares for her, is up front with her, but also pushes her.
Odds and ends: (1.) You win, guys. Once Paris stopped being pointlessly vindictive to Rory, she became one of my favorites. (2.) The show’s good at mid-season “event” episodes but bad at season finales. (3.) How in the hell did Kelly Bishop and Lauren Graham never win major awards for these roles? They were both amazing performers who sold the comedy and the drama like champs every time.
A pilot's a pilot, and it has to do some typically nigh-intrinsically clunky things: introduce the characters, introduce the setting, and provide enough exposition about the premise of the show for the audience to follow along. There's a hell of a lot of table setting that goes on here. We get little vignettes to tell us who Bullock is, who Hickock is, who Swearingen is, and a host of other roughians populating Deadwood. Most of it is either trope-filled, replete with the standard issue halting speech patterns taken from the usual Westerns and other less-than-subtle indications that we're in the world of outlaws from flicks like Unforgiven, or it's using the standard HBO playbook, with sex and murder and curse words abound with a certain gratuity that makes them feel like a come on more than part of the substance of the show.
Swearingen makes the biggest impression, possibly because he's one of the few characters able to avoid the usual Cowboy patois and speak those curse words without them sounding like a gimmick. His role as the kingpin of this ecosystem is promising and the way he manipulates the town and knows everything that everyone's doing instantly marks him as unique figure. Ian McShane is electric in the role, and he's the biggest highlight of the episode.
Otherwise, we get Bullock as a pretty standard "I uphold the law and justice, even in the midst of lawless, unjust places and people. (The opening segment where he hangs the prisoner before skipping town sees to that even before he finds the family the miscreant ambushed later in the episode and executes him.) Hicock is the usual wildcard who still has a code. (It's hard not to think of his HBO stablemate Omar.) And we get a few others stragglers like Calamity Jane and Swearingen's hatchetman and Bullock's partner Star to fill out the world. There's a lot of good texture to Deadwood, South Dakota, a good sense that we're in Cowboyland with the usual cast of characters, but little of the story or setting immediately compelled me. Plenty of room to grow though.
[7.6/10] It’s really interesting revisiting this after watching the successor Clone Wars series (the 3-D version) and three and a half seasons of Rebels. This Clone Wars series was officially wiped from canon after Disney’s takeover in 2014, and in a lot of ways it makes sense. Some of what’s depicted here directly contradicts details that get established in TCW and other later canon material.
But it’s interesting because it feels like it has a semi-canon status. Even if it’s not the official story anymore, we see how Ventress becomes Dooku’s apprentice. We see Barriss Offee getting her lightsaber and the planet where that happens. We see the first appearance of General Grievous (who seems far more badass and far less comical than he did once Ep. III hit.
And there’s even segments that feel like blueprints for settings and set pieces that The Clone Wars would try out later. The assault on Munilis feels like any number of city-wide sieges the Republic forces waged in the later series, and the Kalamari rescue feels of a piece with a similar adventure with that species in TCW. Even the clowning around with Padme and Threepio on Illum seems like the vein of comedy the successor series would employ.
Despite those canon connections, Star Wars: Clone Wars is officially in the “Legends” category now, and in some ways, that feels like the right designation for it. The Jedi were never necessarily realistic, but they seem particularly larger than life here, in a way that makes it feel like the scenes we’re witnessing are stories being retold in a cantina somewhere rather than the events as they truly happened. Obi Wan gets into a wild brawl with a taffy-based droid. Kit Fisto makes sure things go swimmingly with Kalamari in underwater splendor. Mace Windu single-handedly takes out a battle droid/superweapon convoy. It’s all beautifully stylized, but realism isn’t exactly the order of the day.
To that end, Genndy Tartakovsky’s hand is evident here. These sequences are gorgeously animated, with a sense of energy, motion, and flexibility that make the Jedi and their battles worthy of the mystical veneration they’ve received. The character designs are a bit ugly at times, but once he sets his characters in motion, the strikingness of the visuals takes over.
That’s a good thing, since this is pretty much all spectacle. There’s hints at a story here or there -- the assault on Munilis, tension between Anakin and Palpatine on one hand and Obi Wan and Yoda on the other, and other little character moments -- but for the most part this is all Tarakhovsky showing off with his magnificent set pieces.
Admittedly, with the minimal dialogue or story, my mind can occasionally wander despite the splendor, but when I focus and let the way Tartakovsky chooses to tell his stories visually, rather than with dialogue wash over me, the experience is a superb one. That’s particularly true for the conflict between Anakin and Ventress, where the amazing story being told of the back-and-forth of the fight, of Anakin feeling the rage and potential of the dark side, of lightsabers sizzling in rain and clone troopers being swung around like rag dolls and magnificent swing and sways between the extraordinary force-sensitive warriors, all done with hardly a word.
But It’s also not hard to believe that many of these sequence were previously just three-minute shorts that aired as bumpers or interstitials. (I actually remember watching the originals on Cartoon Network back in the day, not to date myself.) Stitched together the pacing feels a little off, as there’s so much action and so little cool down that it can be a little exhausting. Still, all of the action is well done, and just the way Tartakovsky and his collaborators manage to visualize the Jedis as these impossibly talented fighters, weaving through danger like it’s ballet, and slicing away the competition, is outstanding.
At the end of the day, I’m glad that Star Wars: The Clone Wars Vol. 1 isn’t canon. The powers are a little too much, it clashes with a bit too much of what comes later, and feels more like a riff on the prequel era than an extension or redemption of it. But I’m also glad that exists, as a sense of tall tales told about this period, with familiar figures, dazzling sequences, and amazing scenes that thrilled far more than the cinematic efforts this series bridged could muster.
Thus far, the best season of the show. Four more episodes of the improbably adventures of Jason Street dragged the proceedings down, but otherwise this is a season where the show both moved away from the missteps of Season 2 and evolved and expanded on many of the ideas it toyed with in Season 1. The cold war with the McCoys got a little melodramatic in parts, and Tyra's new beau felt like a character whose plot you could figure out within ten seconds of his introduction, but that cold war did create some nicely layered conflicts, Smash's storyline was superb, and many other stories, big and small in the season found the right balance. What's more, the fact that many of the main characters would be heading off to college allowed the show to explore some interesting dynamics and create some urgency and stakes off the football field as well. Overall, a superb season of television with a couple of notable lulls.
When the first season of Netflix’s Daredevil came out, it felt like it fulfilled an unmet need. The show had its problems, even its promising first year on the air, but it did things differently than other live action superhero shows of the time. It had something on its mind. It had production values and visual creativity. It was far from flawless, but its quick success made it seem like the herald of a new phase in genre television that aimed for something a little deeper, a little darker, and a little realer than what we’d had before.
Well, maybe it’s time to send that herald back from whence it came. As I discussed on The Serial Fanatacist podcast, Castle Rock doesn't directly borrow much, if anything, from Daredevil, but it’s part of the same wave of prestige-aping, navel-gazing genre shows whose reach far exceeds their grasp. The former novelty of this sort of take on geek-favored material has worn out its welcome from an onslaught of shows that know enough to gesticulate toward deeper themes, and move the camera around in faux-portentous montages, but never really master the trade, let alone the depth of character or storytelling that could make those badges of seriousness actually meaningful.
The first season of Castle Rock deploys those tired prestige T.V. tricks around the story of Henry Deaver returning to his seemingly cursed hometown. Henry’s return is spurred by the emergence of a nigh-mute captive in Shawshank Prison, dubbed “The Kid,” who seems to ask for Henry’s legal services. The season is centered around the mystery of The Kid’s identity and where he came from, as well as the mystery of Henry’s decades-old disappearance and reappearance, which happened to coincide with the death of his father.
The show is based on the works of Stephen King, so it’s not hard to surmise when the supernatural is afoot, and credit where it’s due, Castle Rock delivers on that front. While the show devolves into cheap jump scares at times, it does a genuinely good job of crafting unnerving scenes and a chilling atmosphere when it wants to. Bill Skarsgård in particular (who plays The Kid here, and the title character in It) makes for a disturbing presence with his gaunt frame and hollowing stare. As a raw spook machine, Castle Rock does just fine.
The show also makes the most of its supernatural premise. It seems to posit that the decades of misfortune and mysterious happenings in Castle Rock stem from the town containing some kind of vergence point between different times and dimensions, with a vague implication that the divine or the malevolent are at play as well. Castle Rock eventually reveals that both Henry and The Kid slipped through that vergence point at different stages of their lives, which seems to answer both of the season’s major mysteries.
The actual reveals, however, take forever and are swamped with vague doublespeak, pointless hints, and extended efforts to teach the characters facts that the audience already knows. But the basic idea, opaque though it may be, is an intriguing one. The show squanders most of its potential on that front by spending far too long unwrapping the mystery box, and stretching five episodes worth of incident out to a ten-episode season, but at times, the ambitiousness of the effort carries the day.
The same goes for Castle Rock’s themes. There’s power in the undertones of racism and abuse at the core the show’s first season. Following in the footsteps of the superlative Get Out, the show combines societal anxieties and supernatural ones to create something that can disturb you both narratively and psychologically. As with Daredevil, there’s commendable efforts to say something in all of this: about sclerosis and corruption in idealized small towns, about racial prejudice and efforts to escape it, about the fickleness of memory and the mind. But also like Daredevil, the show bites off more than it can chew and loses the plot in, well, the plot, along with a heap of faux-artsy dross that the creative team behind Castle Rock simply cannot pull off convincingly.
It’s a shame because the show’s cast is stacked. André Holland (of Moonlight fame) is often reduced to silently wandering around looking puzzled, but still manages to breathe life and charm into the show’s lead character. Sissy Spacek steals the show as Henry’s adoptive mother, Ruth, who straddles the line between dementia and genuine time-travel. Scott Glenn (who featured in Daredevil) does yeoman’s work as Alan Pangborn, Henry’s pseudo-stepdad who creates tension in the family after he’s taken up with Ruth. Some of the season’s most compelling scenes happen when the show sets aside the mystery, horror, and science fiction elements, and just tells the story of this blended family struggling with a painful past and a degenerative illness.
But that sort of focus is in short supply on Castle Rock, a show far more apt to bounce around chase the threads of its dull central mystery than to spend any amount of time committedly moving the ball forward or letting us get to know its characters in depth. On the few occasions it does -- in an outstanding early episode spotlighting Henry’s childhood friend Molly (Melanie Lynskey, who gives a great performance), in a cold open vignette about a couple recovering from infidelity, and in a tour de force episode exploring Ruth’s condition and experience -- Castle Rock pulls off something special. Ruth’s episode in particular near single-handedly justifies this show’s existence.
That approach and its creative achievements, however, are in short supply. Instead, Castle Rock mostly gives itself over to amorphous, lumpily-structured episodes; long, tensionless sequences; and stock, overwritten dialogue. The average installment typically provokes some combination of checking your watch and scratching your head. The season lists lazily toward a resolution of its central whodunnit, without much purpose, direction, or payoff, let alone spark (outside of the occasional blip). And along the way, its apt to take detours up its own backside.
Some of this would be tolerable if the show weren’t so damn severe and serious. This is an “Important Show, Doing Serious Things,” and it damn well wants the audience to know it. The series tries to take refuge in artsy ambiguity, while coming off muddled and aimless. In trying to dress up the trappings of the genre in the cloak of prestige television, Castle Rock becomes plodding, joyless, and for the most part, still incapable of reaching the artistic and dramatic heights in seems to be aiming for with all its washed out color grading and ponderous voiceovers.
The first season of Castle Rock isn’t aiming to be Daredevil. If anything, it’s aiming to be a mix of Twin Peaks and True Detective, while lacking the genuinely outré qualities of the former and the quality of the latter. But it’s part and parcel with a wave of genre series on T.V. right now that mimic the prestige television look, fill their minutes with faux-profound monologues and unspooling mysteries, and intend to make a grand artistic statement or two, while losing those vital elements like purpose, character, and tension that make those sorts of stories impactful. The first season of Castle Rock is mostly a slog, with a handful of transcendent bright spots that hint, like so many of the show’s heavy-handed portents, at the better show it might have been.
9.5/10. I have never seen Glee, so a lot of the direct parody was over my head, but this is such an enjoyable episode. Having the show's X-mas episode turn into a cross between Glee and Invasion of the Body Snatchers was an inspired choice that both makes the holiday-themed story both distinct and gives it a direction as the episode progresses.
The songs themselves were unique and each had their own shade of humor. The two stand outs in my opinion were Annie's (in a perfect parody of the weirdness of songs like "Santa Baby"), and Shirley's (which perfectly seized on her character's achilles' heel). But the episode had lots of great Community wordplay ("well-documented historical vanity" is just a hilarious phrase in and of itself), and ridiculous moments like Britta "singing her heart's song." Everyone in the cast was on point. If I have one small nit, it's that Taran Killam occasionally went a little too broad in his performance for my tastes, but he did capture the "bright-eyed psychopath" role well.
Of course, Community being the quality show that it is, still manages to ground the outsized premise in something character-based. Abed wanting to spend the holidays with his friends, and worrying about making things darker when trying to make things brighter, culminates in a heartwarming moment of the gang showing up at his apartment. Sure, it's a bit easy, but it absolutely works as a great capper to tremendously creative and amusing holiday episode.
[8.5/10] One of those episodes that does great with the pure comedy stuff. The opening list of Pawnee’s former slogans is just such a great example of how the show’s rapid-fire comic lines can work like gangbusters. On top of that, you have the “crackpot convention” of a public forum, which may be the height of the show’s absurd, Springfield-esque town hall meetings. The byzantine debates among the populace over what should go into the titular time capsule is the show at its absurd best.
But all the Twilight-related humor works very well too. Taking as absurd a premise as a guy chaining himself to a Parks Dept. pipe in order to get a Y.A. vampire novel into a time capsule, and giving an emotional undercurrent of a divorced dad trying to connect with his daughter is a deft choice. As always, Will Forte is great, combining both his everyman qualities and his vein of pure lunacy into the perfect well-meaning nutbar proselytizing bad vampire fic. The way that he, Tom, and Donna get into and start having their little book club is pitch perfect.
That leads nicely into the B-stories, with the weakest one being Tom sulking about why Lucy broke up with him. There’s some solid material there, with Tom himself relating everything to Twilight, and it shines a light on his own emotional insecurities and fixation on Ron. It’s just undercooked and not as sturdy as the rest of the episode.
But the side-story peak is the unexpectedly delightful pairing of the different flavors of high energy that are Chris and Andy. Chris’s enthusiasm for helping Andy with his Eduardo problem is a lot of fun, and the fact that Andy being nice and being in a band (as Chris wrote on the whiteboard in their brainstorming session) actually are what helped Andy to sideline his rival is a great twist. Plus, the grace note with Andy talking up Ann to Chris rather than trying to destroy their relationship, however ineffectually, a la Mark is great too.
Overall, a very good episode of the show, with plenty of laughs and the sort of Pawnee craziness that makes the show and its oddball denizens so memorable and enjoyable.
[9.0/10] White Christmas is a flashy movie. It is awash in luminous color and elegantly constructed sets. Its lead characters travel across the country to put on wildly successful shows. They do it all while wearing stylish, luxurious outfits perfectly tuned to the setting and the moment. The then-novel “Vistavision” shooting format expands the dimensions of the screen and packs it as full of movement and imagery as the form can stand. This is a showpiece, where the stars dance, sing, and pratfall their way with a brash, blaring style and don’t apologize for it.
It would be easy to write that off as empty, if winning entertainment. The setup sees Bob Wallace (Bing Crosby) and Phil Davis (Danny Kaye) trying to recreate their hit New York musical revue at an ailing ski lodge in Vermont, that by odd coincidence, turns out to be owned by the general who commanded them in World War II. And it provides an excuse to sprinkle in sequences of the gang “rehearsing” elaborate musical numbers, meant to thrill or dazzle or tickle the audience. You could excise the lavish “Mandy” number, the toe-tapping “Abraham” number, or even the uproarious “Choreography” number and not lose much, if anything, from the story or the characters.
But if you did, you’d be missing out on the fun. White Christmas is undoubtedly a feast for the eyes and the years. Crosby croons his numbers about lost generals with his signature baritone and, true to the title of the show-within-a-show, isn’t afraid to play around. Kaye is an absolute hoot, with slapstick comic relief, hilarious facial expressions, and a goofy, ribbing tone that makes him endearing. Vera Ellen, plays Judy, one of the two Haynes sisters who become tangled up with Bob and Phil, and she is a dream in dance shoes -- astoundingly fluid, flexible, and expressive -- and the film’s not so secret weapon in the dancing department. And Rosemary Clooney plays the other Haynes sister, Betty, and matches her on the distaff side of the vocal register, anchoring other scenes with her presence and a booming tone in numbers like “Love, You Didn’t Do Right by Me”, where the solo song and the focused framing give the actress nowhere to hide.
This is a star-studded affair, and everyone in the picture is perfectly cast. Even the side characters like Emma, the no-nonsense, eavesdropping caretaker of the lodge; Susan, the general’s wide-eyed granddaughter; and Doris, the dunder-headed showgirl who can’t quite seem to get her introductions straight, fit their roles like a glove. The pure showmanship, with the singing, the dancing, and the comedy, is top notch from beginning to end. If that's all White Christmas had, nothing but flash, it would still be worth the price of admission.
And you could be forgiven for thinking that's all the movie has. There’s a not so subtle motif in the film about the phoniness of showbiz and its practitioners. The new commanding officer who’s stepping in to command Bob and Phil’s division scoffs at the idea of the soldiers putting on a show during Christmas time rather than prepping for battle. Judy isn’t above luring bigtime producers to the Haynes’ sister act under false pretense in the hopes of getting their big break on the great white way. Betty’s genre-mandated conflict with Bob stems from whether big showbiz types are inevitably “working some angle” to enlarge their prestige or their pocketbooks, no matter how sincere they may seem. In other hands, White Christmas itself could bite on that theme and come off phony, or saccharine, or only interested in showing off
But that would ignore what puts the film over the top, and sets it apart from scads of other successors and imitators in the yuletide feelgood showcase department. White Christmas comes with an undeniable streak of sincerity, and sentimentality. Behind the spritely humor, catchy songs, and dizzying dance numbers, there are connections and relationships that, while a touch exaggerated given the time and place, nevertheless come off as genuine and even affecting.
Take the film’s romances. The story of Bob and Betty is a bog standard, “Boy meets girl/Boy and girl fall in love/Boy and girl split up over a painful misunderstanding; Boy and girl reconcile when all is made clear” type of deal. Their flirtations and frustrations depend on contrivance, convenience, and the outsized scheming of their conniving seconds.
But by gum, a surprisingly solid script from screenwriters Norman Krasna, Norman Panama, and Melvin Frank scaffold enough of it to where the admittedly cockamamie setup comes off unexpectedly convincing. The script dutifully sets up Phil and Judy’s willingness to trick and cajole in order to achieve their ends. It establishes Emma’s predilection toward listening in on guests’ conversations and adds a plausible interruption so that she can catch a misleadingly damning part of the discussion between Bob and a T.V. bigwig. Heck, it even deftly cements that General Waverly is near-sighted to explain why he has Bob read his letter from the army out loud where the audience can hear it. The logistics of the sitcom-y schemes and misunderstandings have a surprisingly solid footing, which makes them easier to accept.
The love tangles gain the most strength, though, from the simple but scrupulous work done to establish all of the major characters’ motivations and personalities. Phil is a nervous nellie, who’s not above leaning on saving Bob’s life to nudge his business partner into new ventures or help him find love, if only to give himself forty-five minutes of peace and quiet a day. Judy is a clever operator, happy to work the angles and bat her eyes if it allows her to give fate a push, while worrying that her older sister will always feel the need to mother her.
Betty is more pure, honest to a fault and wanting a knight in shining armor while suspecting that most men are far more craven than that fantasy standard, especially in a mercenary business like showbiz. And Bob is a workaholic who doesn’t have time for love, especially when he’s convinced that he won’t find a woman with two brain cells to rub together in their line of work. The intersections and snags among the foursome are evident from the jump, but the character foundations, what each wants and what they’ll do to get it, make this a legitimately sturdy little romantic entanglement.
In the few places where it’s wobbly, White Christmas makes up for it with the absolutely charming character dynamics. Crosby and Kaye play off one another to perfection, with a ribbing, brotherly vibe that lets them alternate between absolutely pestering one another to showing genuine care and affection without missing a beat. Their clever patter and memorable turns of phrase exemplify the best of the movie’s sharply-written dialogue.
For their part, Clooney and Ellen sure don’t look like sisters, but the vibe between them is no less familiar, with a hot-and-cold mix that makes them different, yet at home with one another. Judy and Phil make for a cute beta couple, throwing off genuine sparks and comic charm despite some outdated tropes and a certain “Wouldn’t you like me to be your beard?” vibe that exists between them.
The main romance, though, depends on the chemistry between Betty and Bob, and thankfully, it’s there in spades. The way the pair politely snipe at one another over drinks, warm to each other after socializing through the night on a train to Vermont, open up to one another about their hopes and dreams over whole milk and liverwurst, and after a rocky patch, reunite when their truest intentions are made plain, thrives on the easy manner between Clooney and Crosby. For an admittedly goofy, ploy-heavy romance to work, you have to buy the affections, and more importantly the shifts, among the couple at the center of it. Thankfully, both of the actors sing, literally and figuratively, in moments of light flirtation and soft sincerity.
It’s those latter moments that truly elevate White Christmas. Director Michael Curtiz (who also directed an obscure art film called Casablanca), shoots the film with an unfussy elegance. Simple pans from a combative conversation between one couple to a lively box step between another give an elegantly-constructed film a sense of naturalism. A wide shot of Bob gazing at Betty far away at the train station comes with a striking composition that underscores the emotional distance between them.
But he also favors simple shots that allow the feeling of the moment to ring out. In a basic over-the-shoulder perspective, we see Bob pour his heart out to Betty with apology and reassurance he worries will fall on deaf ears. When Betty learns the truth -- that Bob isn’t capitalizing on the general’s hard times to feather his own nest, but forgoing any payment to preserve the purity of the his grand gesture -- the camera slowly zooms in on her expression as she becomes overwhelmed with the realization that the noble knight she thought was a fantasy never left.
And most notably, we see General Wavely’s tear-filled eyes, in a straightforward, unbroken shot, as he sees that gesture unfold before him.
His is the story that gives White Christmas ballast. A beloved general is relieved of command. He invests every penny he can scrape together into a wintry inn that falls on hard times when the snow refuses to fall. He feels used up and forgotten when the army doesn’t want him, and civilian life seems to have reduced him to obsolescence. And the men who served under him, be they top flight entertainers or regular (G.I.) joes, heed the call to both revitalize the business that became his dream, and remind him of all the people who still admire and care about him.
I’ll confess, I get a little misty just thinking about it. There’s no reason to look upon war with rose-colored glasses. But there is reason to revel in loyalty, in unbreakable bonds, in those who think themselves useless being reinvigorated and reminded of how much they still have to give and how much they still mean to those whose lives they touched.
Singing and dancing can be marvelous. Love stories, when done well, are heartening. But White Christmas goes one step further, with the story of a man who nearly lost everything, including his spirit, and finds it again in repayment for the kindness he showed so many in the hardest of times.
White Christmas is perennial viewing in my family. We borrow its terms like “weirdsmobile” and quote Bob’s admission that his plan may sound crazy, “But you're working for crazy people.” We chuckle about how many times they sing “Sisters”, how the whole shebang takes place in under a week, and poke fun at the convenience of the snowfall hitting in just the right place, in just the right way, at just the right time. We laugh at Danny Kaye’s comic contortions. We marvel at Vera Ellen’s tempestuous taps. We sing along with Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney’s memorably-performed melodies. There is plenty to entertain folks from one to ninety-two around the holidays packed into the movie’s two hours of screwball humor and musical variety show.
But what keeps us coming back year after year is the substance and sincerity that underlies all that flash. At base, White Christmas is about men at war yearning for the warmth of a home they may never see again; about two people finding the kind of soulmate each was convinced didn’t exist, about a man realizing he’s not forgotten, but instead awash in love. The craft and showmanship on display is impeccable. But there is more beneath the surface of such a spritely picture than you’d expect from a soft and silly classic like this one: a truth and earnestness that belies Betty’s expectations, and the audience’s, and draws out what is sweet and sublime about this season.
Watched this one on the big screen with a Rocky Horror-esque talkback thing going on. It was a lot of fun! My favorite bits from the crowd were people greeting every establishing shot by saying "Meanwhile, in San Francisco" in unison, throwing spoons everytime the framed picture of a spoon is shown, and making "nom" noises every time people kissed. It was very ridiculous, but a fun atmosphere and enjoyable way to breathe some new life into this evergreen film.
[9.5/10] What is there to say about the superlative "I Love Lisa" that hasn't already been said? Suffice it to say, it's one of the show's best outings, and that's saying something. The way the show manages to make you feel for both Ralph and Lisa is remarkable, delving into Ralph's lonely status as the class oddball, Lisa's sympathies turned frustrations, and their gentle reunion and understanding. It's a great reminder that in the right hands, Ralph can be a superb, well-rounded character in his own right (with a nice touch that his emotional turmoil can fuel his great acting) and not just a one-liner machine.
It's also such a funny episode. From the opening exchange about "The Monster Mash" to the clips from old episodes of Krusty's show, the the indelible "We Are the Mediocre Presidents" song, it's just wall-to-wall laughs, packed in between a heart-warming and unique story. Truly the show at its best.
A Valentine's Day (or at least V-Day adjacent) tradition! It has so many of the things that make Futurama great all within the same episode. There's a madcap, unapologetically awful Bender adventure; a boatload of laughs and silly sequences like the Romanticorp visit or the stop at Omicron Perseii 8, there's a great guest star in Sigourney Weaver who plays an impressively scary crazy jilted lover; there's great homages to classic scifi like 2001 and Alien; and there's a Fry and Leela story that starts out goofy and then gets so shweet and even a little bit touching in the last act.
There's some gender stereotyping involved in the episode that rubs the wrong way, but there's so much great comedy, fun animation and set pieces (the quasar and the programming-merge area in particular), and a great Zoidberg monologue to close things out that still makes it a great episode.
Every time I watch The Room there's something different. This time it was going to a screening with Tommy Wiseau there in person! I even got to (kind of) introduce him, which was a thrill! He did a Q&A before the movie that was pretty anodyne. To be frank, he seemed a little disinterested, which hey, I understand if you've done this a million times. He gave one-line answers to most questions from the audience (noting that his favorite James Dean movie is Giant) but did toss footballs with a few folks in the crowd, which was fun.
I did get some animation out of him with a question though. I asked him how his perspective on women has changed since he made The Room, and got a solid, somewhat charged, semi-nonsensical response about how people give the movie a bad rap for its treatment of women, but that it's actually "very respectful" toward them. To be honest, I couldn't quite understand his argument for why this was the case, but I think he was trying to make the point that anybody can be deceitful, regardless of gender and that the movie reflects that somehow. He seemed to take some offense to the question and brought it up unbidden in response to a later one. But hey, it was the most engaged he seemed during the chat with the audience, which is worth something!
As for the movie itself, there's an odd richness to it, to where even having seen this dumb flick a dozen times, there's something new that stands out on each watch. This time it was, ironically enough, the incoherence of Lisa's character. Say what you will about this movie and its lack of cohesiveness, but you can at least trace the basic motivations and personalities of Johnny, Mark, Claudette, and even Denny over the course of the movie.
But Lisa seems to, at different points in the movie, genuinely love Johnny, genuinely love Mark, genuinely hate both of them, genuinely not care about either of them one way or another, or have some other agenda that somehow drives her from scene-to-scene. In a weird way, it's hard to tell what Wiseau is going for with Lisa beyond an odd jumble of "manipulative woman" tropes that don't really track from one scene to the next. It's not the biggest problem in the film at all, but interesting as a flaw that stands out beyond the other nuts and bolts cruddiness of the writing/directing/acting in the film.
Overall though, this was still a fun experience. The midnight showing I attended had a great Rocky Horror-style talkback going, and the gags the crowd came up with were as fun as the movie itself. The Room, in all its forms, is the gift that keeps on giving.
Got to see this one again with live commentary from Greg Sestero himself. It was a great time, and here were my favorite tidbits from his commentary:
- He confirmed my longstanding theory that when Mark sort of wrinkles his nose after saying "Maybe I already do" in the rooftop scene, it was Greg reacting to the crappiness of the dialogue rather than a character reaction.
- He noted that the actor who played Peter had a concussion, which is why he's feeling his way around the set in some scenes.
- He recounted that Mark's second sex scene with Lisa was inserted so that Tommy could punish Greg for taking other work.
Most interestingly, someone in the audience asked why Greg stuck with and by Tommy through so much crap, and Greg gave a very interesting and satisfying answer. He said that despite the fact that he and Tommy have gone through stretches where they weren't on the best terms, he met Tommy at a time when Tommy was not only his best self -- fearless, friendly, and generous -- he also met Tommy at a time when Greg was taking a big risk, putting himself "on an island" and so needed the support of someone like that who believed in him. There was a sense that even though Greg clearly loved his family and vice versa, there was a great deal of skepticism about his Hollywood Dream, while Tommy was a cheerleader and believer who, despite his seemingly intolerable behavior, seemed to be there for Greg and truly thought he could succeed, something Greg needed at that point in his life, which created a connection between them that's hard to sever.
Overall, I've been really lucky in that each time I've watched The Room, I've seen it with different people or in different ways that make it a new experience every time, and having Greg Sestero himself there to shine a light on the production was the peak of that sort of recontextualizing that gives this rough but, in its own demented way, transcendent film new life yet again.
[9.1/10] Volume 2 is a big improvement on Volume 1, which was no slouch. The art direction and creativity of the first installment of this “microseries’ was nothing to sneeze at, but my big complaint is that it was mostly just a big collection of little scenes which were enjoyable enough, but didn’t really amount to more than the sum of their parts.
Volume 2 corrects for that, creating essentially two big storylines that twist and connect and provide throughlines for this “season” of the show that has some real thematic resonance.
The first is more of a plot setup for Revenge of the Sith and another opportunity for Tartakovsky and company to show off their amazing animation skills, as General Grievous and his forces bring down an attack on Coruscant in order for Grievous to be able to kidnap the Chancellor.
There’s not much to it storywise, but there is a lot of interesting design and action work. Seeing Shak Ti and her allies protect the Chancellor against Grievous and his droid army created plenty of opportunities for impressive set pieces. The escape in elevator was superb; the fight in the subway station was kinetic and creative, and the final showdown in the panic room was claustrophobic and cool. Plus it provides one of the few direct continuity connections between Clone Wars and Ep. III with Mace Windu’s force choke accounting for Grievous’s cough.
But the real fireworks come in Anakin’s story, which really has two facets. The more pure adventure side of things is him and Obi Wan fighting the Separatist forces on Nelvaan. There’s some really well done material with Anakin meeting the locals, being dubbed their champion, and going and leading their abducted warriors into a revolt against their evil captors and experimenters, destroying their shield and power generator in the process. There’s real visual tension every step of the way, which leads to catharsis when Anakin wins the day and finds kindred spirits, but also releases the anger within him in the process.
That said, even better is the notion that this is the final trial for Anakin before he comes a Jedi Master, a dark echo of the trials Luke faced on Dagobah and of the sort of trials Jedi have apparently been putting themselves through for centuries. The Anakin we meet in Volume 1 is closer to the whiny brat-like kid we met in Episode II, but Volume 2 does a nice job, through montage, through flashbacks and references to Qui Gon, and through this last story, to bridge the gap between that impetuous kid and the accomplished, if conflicted Jedi Warrior we meet at the beginning of Revenge of the Sith.
And man, I just love the notion that this is Anakin having to look within himself. His vision in the cave is an outstanding visual parable, and vision of his future. It expertly creates a storybook metaphor for Anakin’s own life, of having this power that allows him to do great things and save people, but which grows and grows and ultimately turns him monstrous, until it attacks anyone and everyone he loves.
There’s also great parallels between him and the Nelvaan warriors who’ve been turned into cyborg monsters by the Separatists. He sees kindred spirits in them, even if they never truly share words with one another. They too are given power but warped in the process, made something different by the technology and control inflicted on them by a malevolent force. The way he works to save them, sacrifices his own “ghost hand” to make a better way for them, has real emotional resonance.
So does the moment when those warriors return home, and the remaining people of the village seem to recoil at what’s become of the men they once knew. But in the end, they are recognized by their children, who see through what these forces have done to their fathers and see the good in them, nicely echoing/foreshadowing the same way that Luke will recognize the good in his father and, ultimately, redeem him.
Star Wars: Clone Wars always had a visual acuity that made it easy to be impressed by. But it also often felt like thrilling but empty calories. Volume 2 adds on that extra layer of meaning, the one that starts telling more of Anakin’s story and developing him as a character rather than just showing the Jedi as badasses. In that, Tartakovsky and his team find an intersection between visual storytelling and a firmer narrative that both excites in the moment, and leaves you with a deeper understanding of the central figure in the Skywalker saga. That’s an incredible feat, and makes for one of the biggest accomplishments for the Prequel years of the franchise.
It has some cute moments, but it's pretty crude in many senses of the word and doesn't really compare to Justin Roiland's subsequent work on Rick and Morty.
[9/5/10] Leslie Knope is a problem solver. She has thoroughly demonstrated that with her boundless energy, her wits, and her persistence, she can tackle anything – anything, that is, sans the slippery, insane logic of April and Andy. And that’s why I love this episode.
I’m not sure if I agree with Ron’s message at the end of the episode – that you find someone you like and roll the dice, at least to the point of marrying somebody after dating them for a month (man, could that have led me to some trouble or misery) – but I definitely love his point that it wasn’t a problem Leslie would be able to solve. April and Andy are who they are, and were going to do what they were going to do, all she could do was stand by and try to appreciate it.
Then, by god, Leslie actually takes something from the behavior of Andy and April. Ever hesitant about her growing attraction to Ben, she tells him to stay in Pawnee and take the job Chris offered him, after waffling early and ending with a handshake. It’s an arc for Leslie – learning to be a bit more willing to go after what she wants in her personal life the same way she is in her professional life – and it lands with a great deal of force.
Plus, you know, April and Andy get married! A surprise wedding is so absolutely them, and it’s done in such a ramshackle, “never give up, never think things through” spirit that it’s absolutely adorable. Chris Pratt has become a superstar now, and it’s not hard to see his talents as an actor beyond the big goofy puppy he plays. When he looks at April, there is such love and joy in his eyes that it absolutely sells the moment. (That and Paul Simon’s song.) For her part, Aubrey Plaza shows the joy and affection that pierces through her typical sullen demeanor. It is as affecting as it is ridiculous.
What’s more, there are so many wonderful little touches and details at the margins. Orin is done perfectly (as his conversation with Chris). April’s gay boyfriends throw flower petals. Andy gives a completely Andy speech about defending April and April gives a completely April speech about hating most things but not him. Jerry has a “party shirt”! Chris does a wacky dance! Some guy can’t remember that April just got married and asks Ben if she’s available! It’s all just so hilarious and well-crafted.
The piece de resistance is April telling Leslie that she admires and respects her. It’s a touching moment, and Leslie’s simple “oh” in response is perfect. Amy Poehler is an amazing actress here, and the way she goes from frustration to acceptance to downright melting with all of this stuff is wonderful.
Even the C-stories are great. Tom asking to be a best man and then feeling stymied as the position gets more and more watered down, only to get a shout out and endorsement at the end is slight but amusing. And even Ann’s love life, which hasn’t been my favorite part of this season, is made fun and amusing with Donna to lead the charge and coach her up.
Overall, it’s one of Parks and Rec’s finest episodes, that is true to the characters and their lunacy, but which shows enough growth and sweetness to make it stand out.
[9.5/10] Back into top form! Louis C.K.’s Dave was and is such a great part of this show. He has just the right combination of stilted awkwardness that makes him entirely believable as a big square, but also this inherent, innocent sweetness that also makes him a big teddy bear. Lesser shows than Parks and Rec would draw this out as some sort of love triangle, but the situation between he, Leslie, and Ben just turns into one great font of comedy.
I also love how it dovetails so perfectly with Ben’s pre-established fear of cops. Again, I love how P&R zigs where other shows would zag. Rather than be intimidated by Dave, Ben bonds with him then stands up to him. Rather than be tempted by her old beau, Leslie gently but immediately shuts down Dave’s advances and responds the way a mature woman would. And it never ceases to be funny!
Dave’s cringe-y attempts to navigate this social situation and woo Leslie are as adorable as they are misguided. Ben’s patient but insistent resistance (and the continuing gags about his uncomfortableness around cops, especially his “just tell me what you want me to do!” line) is superb. And Leslie is in top form with her reactions to everything. Just well-written scene after well-written scene that never devolves into sitcom tropes.
The B-story is another all-time great one too. I can’t tell you how many times Mrs. Bloom and I will break into the cheesy tones of “Catch Your Dreams.” There’s so many laughs at the recording studio. April being put on the case to distract from all the Duke Silver merch leads to some excellent stuff (I particularly enjoy the smashed coffee cup). Chris giving a terrible rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” was hilarious. And the bewildered reactions of Mouserat are worth a chuckle too.
On top of that, there’s heart to the story. Ron’s little arc is pretty typical for him, but it still works to see the guy who is so reserved and private offering a hidden away piece of himself to help his erstwhile young ward. There are so many great lines, but Ron saying “I never thought I’d say this, son, but you may be overthinking is” is a truly fantastic one.
And even Andy, who is at his most outsized here (with his terrific “awful” to “funny” word salad), but also his sad and sweetest. I love the idea that he’s especially driven here because he knows he’s not the smartest guy in the world, and so he thinks this is the only or at least most effective way to contribute to Leslie’s campaign. It adds character to an otherwise silly story, and helps the episode as a whole.
The only part of the episode that I didn’t quite love was, you guessed it, the Ann and Tom story. Ann’s love life has just never been as interesting an avenue of storytelling as Parks and Rec thinks it is, and it’s in no way improved by Tom not only pestering and hectoring and creeping on her throughout the episode, but it actually working. I generally like Tom as an ingredient in P&R’s character stew, but more than anyone else on the show, he has the capacity to get grating and annoying. Some of that was assuredly intentional here, but it doesn’t make him or this story any more pleasant in this episode.
Still, it’s a small part of what is otherwise an outstanding episode of Parks and Recreation. The Leslie-Ben-Dave triumvirate are a great combination of comedy and smart writing, and the songwriting portion of the episode is more purely comedic, but has a nice character focus as well. One of my favorite bits from the campaign arc.
[9.1/10] Such a great episode. I’ll admit, at first I bristled a bit at Leslie’s behavior here. At times (like in the prior Model U.N. episode) Leslie hews too closely to her Michael Scott-esque origins. Don’t get me wrong, I love Michael Scott as a character, but since Leslie is a capable if occasionally overcommitted civil servant and Michael is a well-meaning but generally incompetent if lovable dope, his style of social ineptitude and selfishness isn’t always a good fit for her character.
But what I like is that rather than just completely going with Leslie taking Ben’s admonition that they shouldn’t work together after the “Littlest Park” project is done as an invitation to draw out the project as long as possible for wacky sitcom hijinks, P&R uses it as an opportunity to have people call Leslie out for this behavior.
It’s great that it comes from Ann, who is a confidant and someone who loves Leslie wholeheartedly despite her occasional steamrolling nature. (Their exchange about the Harry Potter movies is great.) And it sells a genuine frustration for Ben that isn’t some made up conflict but which speaks to Leslie’s good intentioned and understandable, but occasionally overzealous ways. It’s hard to shine a spotlight on the way your main character can be inconsiderate or even dismissive of other people’s feelings, but using it as a learning moment and a chance for growth is what elevate Parks and Rec over similar shows.
It leads to such a great, all-timer of a moment with Ben and Leslie in that little park. It’s moment like these that show what a strong performer Amy Poehler is. She is such a flawless comedian, with crackerjack timing and the ability to pull off any number of gags. But she is also 100% up to these big emotional moments, selling Leslie’s earnestness and hurt at the thought of not getting to see Ben anymore, at her contrition for not taking his wishes into account, and the magnitude of her being willing to risk the fallout in both her job and her dream of public office it means getting to be together. Their kiss is one of those great, heartwarming, fist-pump moments on Parks and Rec, and the episode earns every minute of it.
And I haven’t even mentioned the B-story! Andy trying to figure out which class to take at community college is just and endless font of comedy. April and Ron pushing and pulling him as to what to take creates all sorts of great moments, and so many situations for Chris Pratt to react to in character. (His lines about “women’s lasers” and “one ticket to women” are especially funny idiot-isms.) There’s something heartening about him ending up in a women’s studies course, and especially heartening about Ron paying for it. Ron is the ultimate father figure to a lot of these characters, and seeing him open his heart and his wallet shows one of those parental, sweet dimensions beneath his grump and facial hair.
The least of them is probably Tom’s story about picking a new font for the Parks Dept. logo. That said, I like the bit about him using Jerry’s 70s ID as inspiration, and the subtext that even if he stays a longtime government employee, he’ll always find ways to inject his own individual flair into his work
Overall, it’s a stellar episode that hits on all three stories, and finds interesting depths and challenges for its characters along the way.
[8.8/10] This is one of those Parks and Rec episodes that gets a little goofy, but which grounds that goofiness in character and relationships and solid comedy apart from it that makes it more than just the sum of its wacky gags. The idea of a big painting of Leslie as a topless centaur (replete with Tom as a pudgy cherub) is pretty silly stuff, but couching it in the fact that Leslie feels powerless with the Department’s no dating rule, and that goofy or not, this painting empowers her, gives the story a little more juice.
Of course, the uber-conservative person who wants it burned is a little broad (and she recurs, unless I’m conflating her with someone else) but Leslie’s defense of the painting comes from who she is and why she admired it. Little touches like her adopting the hairstyle from the painting or Chris’s very proper, positive anger, or her being further empowered by a pep talk from Jerry of all people are nice too. And her solution, while a little improbable on short notice, is a well-done subtle jab at the double standard about shirtlessness.
Plus, it gives us some nice Ben/Leslie flirtation moments. Ben looking at the painting is kind of adorable.
That leads us to the B-story, where Ben moves in with April and Andy, and the odd couple business is taken to an extreme. Ben makes for such a great exasperated straight man, and his bewilderment (a.) how April and Andy live, (b.) their complete inability to act like adults, and (c.) how far into the pit of non-adulthood they’ve fallen, is an endless font of comedy here.
But it’s also grounded in character. April worrying that they’ll become to adult-y and boring, and Andy reassuring her to the contrary is sweet but very much who they are. And getting dishes in addition to a marshmallow gun (whose use is a comedic highlight) shows the way that they’re still the goofy kids they were before, but the bowl and spoon (instead of a Frisbee and a singular fork) is a sign of progress.
Overall, it’s a fun episode that takes out there or sitcommy situations and elevates them due to connecting them to the well-sketched characters on the show.
(Plus, Ron’s speech at the art thing is awesome!)
[7.3/10] One of the great pleasures of life is returning to something you love with new eyes. I grew up with Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was my entree into the world of the Federation as a child, and in that sense, it will always be my Star Trek no matter how much I’ve enjoyed its successors and predecessors.
But coming back to it after so many years, and after finally sitting down to watch The Original Series, puts its pilot episode in a new context, a new light that exposes some of its flaws, but also exposes the seeds of what would become one of the foundational science fiction shows on television, and for your humble reviewer.
The first thing that stands out on rewatch is how many tropes from The Original Series are deployed here. With a script penned by Gene Roddenberry himself and star scribe D.C. Fontana, “Encounter at Farpoint Station” hits some of Gene’s absolute favorite beats. There’s the godlike being judging humanity for its barbarism, there’s the mysterious object in space that appears out of nowhere, and there’s even the society that seems nice enough on the surface but is clearly hiding some terrible secret.
It’s clear that Roddenberry and Fontana wanted to evince a sense of continuity of storytelling with the old series, and if you excise the various character introduction scenes, it’s not hard to imagine Kirk, Spock, and Bones plopped into this same sort of adventure and getting similar results.
But there’s also some DNA from Star Trek: The Motion Picture built in as well. Despite the fig leaf of the tactical reason for separating the saucer section of the Enterprise-D -- something The Original Series occasionally teased but never put into action -- the event is mostly an excuse to show off some fancy models and graphics work, while the music swells and the camera cuts to any number of reaction shots from the crew on the battle bridge. (The battle bridge, incidentally, seems to exist to create more visual continuity with the bridge of the original Enterprise in contrast to the Holiday Inn Lobby setup of the main bridge.)
The same goes for Riker manually reconnecting the saucer section. While it ties into the plot thread of Picard testing his first officer, it seems to mostly exist to inject a bit of spectacle into what is otherwise an episode that promises excitement to come, but is mostly still establishing its premise and world. The first part of “Encounter” doesn’t skimp on those space-faring moments that seem designed to say “look what we can do!”
But reckoning with the series history also shows the differences between TNG and its forbear, chief among them the acting talents of its lead. What a difference centering the show around a classically-trained actor like Patrick Stewart makes. I don’t mean to slag William Shatner -- he came to prominence in a different era and his style serves the 1960s series’ ends -- but Stewart is the biggest boon to the nascent sequel show.
He has the inherent gravitas to make the more outlandish technobabble sound convincing. He has the chops to take the silly, sweeping commentary on what humanity is or was and make it sound convincing. He has the talent to convey the layers in a Captain who puts on air of detachment when evaluating his second in command, softens once the test is passed, and reveals his own insecurity about dealing with families aboard his starship.
If there’s one thing that makes The Next Generation easier to swallow despite still shaking off the rust of its predecessor and figuring out how to chart a new course, it’s the steady hand of Stewart, there to imbue the new captain of the Enterprise with the strength and level of performance to sell him as a real, compelling figure in this fantastical world.
Coming back to the show as an adult also let’s you see how much of the heavy-machinery placement that inevitably takes place in pilots comes to the fore in “Encounter.” The episode does well to split up the crew into two halves to prevent things from getting too crowded at the beginning. Rest assured, however, that we get some shoehorned-in exposition about Tasha’s backstory, a few character-establishing moments for Data, Counselor Troi’s first pointless use of her Betazoid power, a conversation that underscores the history for Dr. Crusher and Wesley, and some explanation as to what exactly’s going on with Geordi’s visor. There’s even brief interludes for Worf and O’Brien that give them a hint of personality before they’re fleshed out as characters.
Plus Q! If there’s one thing that gives this episode a boost coming back to it as a fan, it’s the presence of one of the franchise’s favorite characters. Here, Q is a little more explicitly malevolent and moralizing than the trickster god he would later become, but it’s still a treat to see John de Lancie plying his trade in theatrical fashion. There’s a bit more Alan Alda baked into his presentation than I remembered, but seeing him hold court, freeze dissidents, and run through the costume department’s leftovers still injects some whimsy and weirdness to the proceedings.
That just leaves Riker as far as big character introductions though. He’s missing for the first half here, but Frakes’s dashing figure receives almost the same level of introduction that Picard does. What’s truly interesting is the great character work “Encounter” digs into between the captain and first officer once the rush of Q’s intergalactic cage and kangaroo court are (however temporarily) behind us. The notion of Picard testing out Riker, seeming cold and distant and yet letting his soon-to-be Number One earn his respect by completing a difficult maneuver and affirming that he’ll do his duty to protect the captain regardless of how Picard feels about it, thereby showing his skill and integrity, is a good way to not only introduce Riker but kick off one of the core professional relationships of the show.
It’s hard to tell whether from the opening hour alone whether the show’s braintrust intended to establish a dynamic between Picard and Riker to match the one between Kirk and Spock, but the groundwork is there, both actors have enough of a presence to fill out the back half of the episode, which feels more devoted to setup and introduction than the nigh-instant fireworks of the first half.
That just leaves an appearance from good ol’ Dr. McCoy to pass the torch to the new crew. He’s 137 years old, reverted to his Foghorn Leghorn-like accent from the prior occasions in which he’s prematurely aged, and is as cantankerous as ever. His back and forth with Data intentionally evokes the dynamic the good doctor once shared with his Vulcan counterpart in a way that’s a bit clumsy. But he offers a benediction on the new ship, and by extension the new show, and it’s enough to hand the baton to the next generation.
It will take some time for The Next Generation to take that baton and run with it. Elements that worked in 1966 but not so much in 1987 linger for a while before the show demonstrates why it’s the namesake for “Growing the Beard.” But even in this early installments, the roots of this essential science fiction show -- from its great central performance, to its unique cast of characters, to its cheesy but high-minded reflections on humanity -- are evident as signs of what the series would become.
[7.7/10] The theme of this one works – not running away from your problems and facing your difficulties head on. The Leslie-Ron is one of the strongest platonic relationships in all of television, and so having them each escaping their (very differently) problematic paramours and realizing that that’s no way to be is a good way to go. Ron’s first ex-wife is more in the cartoony vein (though the fact that she works for the IRS makes for a nice foil to his libertarian leanings), but it works well enough with Ron’s more outsized qualities. (His insta-step, go bag, bushy beard, and warning about the quantities of ground chuck he keeps in his desk are all classic Ron.)
But Leslie’s is more understandable, albeit a bit sitcom-y. The notion of wanting to avoid telling Ben about her campaign, so as to avoid having to end this great thing they’ve been enjoying, is a very human impulse, even if it’s realized with “ladies yacht club” excuses and emergency s’more supplies. [spoiler]The scene where she does face the difficult thing, and Ben reveals the button[/spoiler] is one of the signature moments of the whole show. Revealing how perfect they are for each other – given how Ben immediately understands why they can’t be together and founding it on how important it is that Leslie get the respect and esteem she deserves – and making it tragic but sweet that they have to break up.[/spoiler] The campaign arc is one of the high water marks for P&R as a whole, and this was a lovely way to kick it off.
The “text your dong” B-plot is peak Ann comedy, with her deadpan and justifiably creeped out response to everyone being pretty perfect. It’s an absurd way to go, but everything from her reaction to Chris’s description of testicles as the “ears” of the crotch area, to the guy talking about watching women’s golf and having a few glasses of wine, to the “your inbox is literally filled with penises” bit, it’s a great sendup of the ridiculousness and creepiness of sending pictures of your penis.
Otherwise, the episode is pretty tame. Tom handing out pointless Entertainment 720 swag is a nice indication that the company doesn’t do anything but pointless branding. (Andy summing it up as “you put logos on things?” is a nice bit.) And Andy’s minor internal conflict over whether to accept Tom’s job offer, with April getting him a job as Leslie’s assistant instead, is an abbreviated story but one that works well for what it needs to do.
Overall, it’s a quality episode, one that still includes a bit more setup than knocking things down, but the kickoff of the Knope campaign (and the personal costs associated with it), plus the whole texting bit make it enjoyable.
[9.4/10] This was the first Parks and Rec I ever watched, and it’s not hard to see why it led to my interest in the show. It does a great job at introducing most of the characters and their dynamics, both the A-story and the B-story work like gangbusters, and it’s truly hilarious.
Let’s start with the B-story. Ron and Chris having a cook off to decide whether beef hamburgers stay in the commissary is a fairly sitcom setup, but the war of culinary ideologies takes on such comedic force with its two champions. Chris’s boundless positivity, coupled with Andy’s doltish charm makes for a great deal of fun around the office and the Whole Foods knockoff where they shop. Ron’s matter-of-fact demeanor (aided by April’s flat affect) makes for a nice contrast, and the revelation of Food-N-Stuff is a hoot. Ron prevailing despite Chris’s attention to detail is a nice resolution (with Donna, Jerry, and Kyle as judges) and the whole enterprise is a lot of fun.
The A-story is great too. The notion of Leslie feeling like she only gets attention from sleazy guys – the peak of this being matched up with Tom on an online dating site – is a nice premise. It gives her time for some good heart-to-hearts with Ann, some hint-worthy interactions with Ben, and a great little bit with Tom. Her lunch with him, followed by his asshole behavior, is great comedy, both in terms of Leslie’s bewilderment that anyone could think like Tom does and then her frustration at his idiocy when he thinks she likes him. The fact that a kiss is what shuts him up (followed with a perfect retort of “you should be so lucky”) is brilliant stuff.
And it dovetails nicely with the path toward Ben and Leslie’s attraction being fulfilled. The whole wildflower bit is a little easy, but it’s still a nice way to dramatize the way that they think alike and are well-suited for one another.
Plus it’s just such a hilarious episode all around. Tom’s nicknames for various food-related items is a great sequence. The tag with Donna shutting up Tom by kissing him too is great. The guy from sanitation is pitch-perfect in his skeeviness. And Ron’s “nature is amazing” scene with the hippie at the store is silly but hilarious stuff.
Overall, this is a great episode to introduce someone to the show. It has something for all the major characters to do; it has simple but effective plots, and it’s damn funny in the process.
[8.7/10] And thus begins the Harvest Festival arc! Thought it would be good to go back and round out my unplanned rewatch of P&R, which randomly started in the middle of S3, by watching the first few episodes of the season. It’s interesting watching the season premiere shortly after seeing the season finale. It shows how far Leslie & Co. come from the humble, position they start in.
It’s also backstory: the episode! That’s not a bad thing. I’d forgotten the deal about Chris’s blood disorder and how it makes every day a gift for him. And I’d forgotten that we hear about Ice Town so soon. There is something very sitcom about Leslie (and the Ben) crashing Chris and Ann’s date to hash the budget issue out, but it works despite some of the hoariness of the premise. Ben and Leslie have chemistry even as frenemies, and the combination of Chris and Ann is surprisingly effective when they’re in a typical situation and not doubling down on relationship drama.
Plus, it’s the beginning of the meme-ification of Ron Swanson. His pyramid of greatness and coaching some kids basketball pays a number of silly, amusing dividends, and the same goes for Andy’s team, which is the disorganized, goofy yin to Swanson’s disciplined yang. The Tom-Lucy-Ron-Wendy love triangle was never one of my favorite storylines on the show, but I do appreciate the gag of Tom trying to be a biased ref and revealing his complete lack of knowledge about sports.
The larger story of the episode, that the Parks department is broke and the team is scrambling to fight for the dept. rather than let it be whittled down to nothing, works as an animating theme for the whole season. Using the parallels between Leslie and Andy as unlikely peas in a pod is nice touch, and the way it plays on Chris and Ben’s good cop/bad cop routine, eventually breaking down the walls of their denial, paves the way for so much that happens in the rest of S3. It’s a great start to arguably the show’s best season, one that embodies the fun but meaningful things the show is capable of.
[9.1/10] One of those episodes that just shows you how many great character combinations and great individual performances Parks and Rec can boast. There’s hardly a weak link in this episode, with all of the stories being tied together nicely and feeding off of one another.
The best, naturally, is Leslie Knope powering through the flu. It’s so clear rewatching these episodes how much Amy Poehler brings to the table, but she just outdoes herself comedically here. The way she absolutely conveys Leslie’s resolve in the face of debilitating illness, her ability to stand up and power through when she needs to, and most of all her flu med-assisted lunacy is amazing. The lines are great from “Hello I’m Leslie Monster, this is Nightline” to “Scott Bakula from Quantum Link everyone,” but Poehler sells the bewildered, hallucinatory state to perfection.
By the same token, Rob Lowe does great work at communicating Chris’s utter debilitation when “the microchip” is compromised after he too contracts the flu. His crash and bounce back and germophobia is supremely well done, and his mirror-facing demand to “stop pooping” is hilarious. Tying it to Ann feeling nervous about her date but seeing him like that easing her fears is a nice touch.
My second favorite bit in the episode, however, is Ron and Andy bonding. The two are so opposite in personality, but the way the show teases out the common ground between the two of them is terrific. There’s great comedy in their hijinks, and using them as fodder for the two to get close enough for Ron to tell Andy about April adds a touch of heart to it as well.
Speaking of April, her mini-feud with Ann isn’t as strong as some of the other material, but it still brings the funny and moves along the April-Andy romance nicely. Similarly, Tom’s bit at the spa (amusingly named “Spa-wnee” is slight, but advances the cause.
Last, but certainly not least, Adam Scott is great as a straight man to Leslie’s flu-addled ramblings, and then as someone duly impressed at her ability to turn on the Knope when she needs to for the Harvest Festival. He and Chris Trager were a pair of ingredients that really put this show, which had already found its groove in S2, over the top. Altogether, an episode like this one was a sign that P&R had truly arrived and was at the height of its powers.
[9.7/10] Such a great episode. It would be so easy to turn something like Ron excluding girls from his scouting group and Leslie having her own rival faction into a hackneyed battle of the sexes. Instead, it goes a completely different direction – understanding that equality isn’t about competition or winning, but about everyone getting the chance to follow what drives them, no matter what’s between their legs.
Oh yeah, and it’s extraordinarily funny to boot. I get caught up in the maturity and legitimate complexity of the issues Parks and Rec is willing to address and the way it addresses them, but bits like tots shushing Ann or Leslie talking about her “70/30” pride to annoyance ratio, or Andy going gaga for puppies is just great stuff. Amy Poehler is on fire as well, from her silly southern belle impression to her overcompetitive bent at the campsite to her legitimate heart-to-heart and understanding of Ron.
The B-story of this one is great too. Treat Yo Self has become one of the show’s most iconic bits, and leaning into Tom and Donna’s more outsized yuppie couture qualities lends itself to plenty of fodder for comedy on its own. But as usual, throwing in Ben to be the straight man baffled at all the insanity around him pays humorous dividends.
But here again, the show doesn’t go just for laughs, using it as a way for Tom and Donna to help Ben through the rough time he’s having with the break up. Him crying in the Batman suit is simultaneously hilarious and heartbreaking (especially with Tom’s response), and the two Treaters pumping Ben up and telling him to let it out is a sweet character moment.
It also dovetails nicely with the A-story. Donna realizes that treating yo self is an individual thing, not a one size fits all endeavor, and following the spirit of the holiday means changing up its practices for the person celebrating it. The same goes for Ron and Leslie.
Leslie is never going to abide gender segregation, but it takes winning and the entire boys ranger group wanting to become “Pawnee Godesses” for Leslie to realize that Ron didn’t believe in gender segregation, he just wanted to do wilderness training his way, and when faced with young men and women who are willing to be a “Swanson” he’s as happy to train them, because getting to do something that’s “no fun at all” is far more important to him than the rules he didn’t put in place but didn’t object to. Leslie reveling in winning, getting her own “Little Leslie Knope” monsters coming back at her for a bit of hypocrisy, and both her and Ron finding joy in their own non-gender-specific group is a great story for both of them.
The only bit in this episode that doesn’t do much for me is Chris dating Jerry’s daughter. I know they needed something for these characters to do, and there’s a mild bit of comedy from Jerry’s uncomfortableness at Chris’s forthrightness, but it’s just not as strong as the rest of the material.
Still, a fantastic A-story that understands its characters and has empathy and perspective on both, coupled with an almost-as-good B-story that is iconic but also emotional makes this one of P&R’s finest half hours.
[8.5/10] In some ways the Obama birther nonsense feels like it was a million years ago, and in others, it feels like it was just yesterday. P&R folds that topic, like it does so many current events, into its own little world in a natural way. From complaints about "gotcha" journalism, to calls for long form birth certificates, to the delightfully specific reveal that Leslie was born in Eagleton, the episode does great at commenting on the absurdity of such complaints in a funny, and ultimately inspiring sort of way. The "it's not where you're born, it's where you're from" commentary isn't exactly funny, but using Leslie's clear and utter devotion to the City of Pawnee as a way to take the air out of the whole birther idea works like gangbusters.
It's also superb for the comedy side. Leslie's disgust (and near-vomiting) after having to even say the words Eagleton is great. Chris being shocked when his attractiveness doesn't get him a special exception at the Eagleton records office is a nicely played moment from Rob Lowe, and Andy leaping over the counter is an excellent bit of physical comedy. Even the recurring gag about racoons infesting Pawnee is a nice touch.
The B-story with Tom, Ben, and Joan was a little broader. I do like the idea of Tom having to face the music after flirting with Joan for so long, and Mo Collins is a pro, but it got a bit over the top at points. Still, Ben's sarcastic commentary ("Is she going to powder her vagina?" "That was as long as it was loud") saved any of the more ridiculous parts.
And the C-story with Ann trying to have a 5-minute conversation with Ron and April was well-conceived as well. Putting Ann on an island in those talking heads can be a gamble because she works better when playing off of someone, and this was no exception, but the well-edited sequences of her trying to get some sort meaningful response from the two unenthusiastic acquaintances landed very nicely. The medical malady story as the clincher was great too. And the capper, with Ron and April using wrong names for people, worked superbly as well.
Overall, a very strong episode that brings the laughs and packs a little emotional punch in the process.
[6.0/10] Most of the time, when I’m writing these reviews, I wait until I’ve completed my write-up to look into any of the behind the scenes information. Knowing the circumstances under which something is made can color how you look at the completed product, rather than judging it on its own terms. But more than once, going back and looking at the production history of a show or a film can explain problems or successes that are evident in the final work.
The second half of “Encounter at Farpoint” is a great example. The original outline and script for the episode were written by one of The Original Series’s best writers, Dorothy “D.C.” Fontana. But there was grand debate between Gene Roddenberry and the producers at Paramount as to whether the premiere of a new Star Trek series should run for one hour, two hours, or ninety minutes. The result is that Fontana, and later Roddenberry, were cutting and adding material throughout the scripting process.
The result is a “Part 2” that feels logy and unfocused. Much of the episode feels more in line with a traditional episode. There’s a mystery down on the planet; the crew tries to investigate it; difficulties ensue, and through a last-minute revelation, the day is saved. But mixed in with that fairly straightforward (at least by Trek standards) story are lots of moments that don’t add much to the episode-specific narrative but are designed to introduce to the new set of characters and their relationships with one another.
In multiple instances, that takes the form of long lost or forbidden romantic relationships among “key officers” on the Enterprise. The most obvious form of that comes between Riker and Troi, a relationship the show would explore with some regularity as it goes on. “Encounter” uses a heavy hand though, playing sweeping music as Riker gawks at his old flame and Troi psychically tells him “I couldn’t say goodbye either.” There’s little compelling about the connection here in the early going, despite Troi expressing concern when Riker risks his life in the cave, but it’s another point where you can see the heavy machinery of a pilot episode being wheeled around.
The other, no more subtle but slightly more successful effort in this vein happens between Picard and the Crusher family. This part of the episode plays a little better if only because it’s more complicated than just a bit of unresolved romantic tension. There’s complexity that the show would eventually mine in the fact that Picard was friends with Dr. Crusher’s deceased husband, and even delivered the news of his passing. The way that Picard tries to show compassion for the difficult position this puts Beverly in, and Beverly responding with resoluteness that pushes back against any patronizing sets them out to be excellent foils for one another right from the jump.
It also gives us the first scenes shared between Picard and anti-fan favorite Wesley. While the li’lest Crusher was few people’s favorite character, there is something to be wrung from the Captain who explicitly admits that children annoy him and make him uncomfortable trying to be accommodating for the son of his dead friend. More to the point, the show uses the scene where Picard welcomes Wesley to the bridge to sell the awe and majesty of the ship better than any saucer-spinning space maneuver could.
The camera switches to a POV shot from Wesley’s perspective, letting us see the bridge through his eyes: the scope and depth of the path to the controls, the imposing Klingon standing in his sightline, the regal Captain himself gesturing toward him. As much of an impossibly, annoyingly talented kid as TNG would make Wesley, it could also use him as an audience surrogate, someone wowed and in wonder of the Federation’s flagship, and that’s where he finds his best use here.
(We also get a brief encounter between Riker and Data, with “Pinocchio” comments that feel like foreshadowing, or at least fodder for callbacks, in a later episode.)
The same can’t be said for Q, who reappears in the second half of the pilot to taunt Picard and render judgment. De Lancie is still a fun ingredient in the soup of the first episode, replete with “mon capitan” utterances and claims that he leaves of his own volition, but he’s more imposing than playful. That’s not to say he’s bad, just not quite as familiar as the character would become, leaving him feel somewhat more perfunctory considering how Roddenberry shoehorned him into Fontana’s original script.
That script, or at least the portions of it that remain in the broadcast version, are generally strong. As much as the acting and the pacing of this hour suffer (and man, Troi’s glassy-eyed protestations about what she’s sensing are no better here than they were later) there’s a very traditional, and heartening story at the core of it.
Star Trek is about many things, but one of its most prevalent themes, and the one I’d argue provides the essential ethos of The Next Generation, is the will to explore and the importance of lateral thinking. This isn’t the last time Q will impose a puzzle on Picard and company and force the crew of the Enterprise to consider the unconsidered, and test their commitment to their principles.
It’s less interesting to see Riker’s away team dodder around in a cave or negotiate with the overacting local representative. But it’s compelling to see Picard have to decide whether to fire on what looks to be an enemy ship attacking the station below, or find some other solution. It recalls “The Korbomite Maneuver” as another instance where the Enterprise crew is threatened and encouraged to strike, but forbears, finds alternative answers, and discovers new life in the process.
The image of those giant space jellyfish emerging and reuniting in interstellar fashion is a weird but beautiful one, which captures the spirit of the franchise. It’s an unexpected resolution to the central mystery, one that answers the questions asked by the strange occurrences down on the surface with a story about respecting life and sideways solutions to unforeseen problems.
The opening hours of Star Trek: The Next Generation certainly have their problems. The stop-and-start-and-double-back scripting process can be firmly felt in each scene that feels unrelated to the one before it. But it capture the feel of the series -- the personalities and connections between them, the spirit of adventure, the need to think outside the box, and the respect for life that make up the core of what Star Trek is.
Picard’s final lines, about more interesting adventures and seeing what out there are on the nose, but also inviting, making you want to, like Wesley, sit in that chair and wait for whatever’s to come. I certainly felt that way watching this show as a kid, and it’s heartening to know Picard’s first declaration of “engage” can stir the same feelings today.
EDIT 3/12/2022: When I first revisited this episode, five years ago, it was after my run-through of The Original Series. Seen in that context, there’s nothing particularly objectionable about “Encounter at Farpoint Station”. The rhythms of the show, its style of presentation, aren’t all that different from those deployed in service of Kirk, Spock, and Bones more than twenty years earlier. The similarities make sense given how much talent behind the scenes was held over from the 1960s series.
But coming back to it now, after revisiting the other 170+ episodes of the show, it’s striking how, well, bad this installment is. My pet theory is that The Next Generation is the bridge between television’s previous epoch and the modern era. Nothing drive that home better than watching the polished, surprisingly contemporary hours of entertainment the show could put out in what is an admittedly weaker final season, versus this awkward, stilted throwback of a premiere for the show.
It’s also apparent how much Roddenberry’s influence versus Fontana’s story-telling sense bore out. The pacing and structure here is atrocious, with long pointless scenes that don’t advance the main plot in any meaningful way, and necessary but shoe-horned in character introduction scenes that could effectively be deposited into any first season episode. As much as I love Q, the whole first half hour of his overextended tete-a-tete with Picard plays like pointless academic navel-gazing about the nature of man, a favored Roddenberry pastime.
It’s apparent, in hindsight, how much of the Q material was added to fill time, or more charitably, beef up the episode, and how perfunctory it feels. Toss in the elongated scenes of Riker manually docking with the saucer section, or the weirdly gendered space jellyfish emerging and hanging out together, and you have a debut episode that was clearly made by committee without a unifying vision or clear structure to separate wheat from chaff.
The style is also strikingly antiquated in a way the episodes which premiered just a few years later are not. The whole set and costume design aesthetic is far more beige, more riddled with that washed out 1980s look than I’d remembered. Much of it practically stings the eye. To the same end, the score here is oppressive, with cheesy synth stings galore. Throw in a high-volume acting style from almost everyone -- especially poor overmatched Marina Sirtis, who’s tasked with overdoing every emotion under the sun -- and you have an opening salvo that plays like a hokey relic.
And yet, I can’t help but have a certain affection for this rocky first outing of The Next Generation. It still has Patrick Stewart who, while still needing to settle into the role, still makes you feel the emotional weight of the moment when he reunites with the widow and son of his dearly departed best friend. Q remains a tad off-brand, but is still imbued with John de Lancie’s inimitable, teasing joie de vivre. And for all its faults, “Encounter at Farpoint Station” is still devoted to the highest values of Star Trek, in all its forms: a respect for life in all its forms and a desire to explore the unknown.
Most shows’ first episodes feel a little strange to longtime fans. Almost every program takes time to find its voice and settle on a style. Going back to this opening hour after seven seasons’ worth of evolution and revolution for science fiction on television is a splash of cold water. But these humble beginnings only make it that much more impressive how high Captain Picard and company would eventually fly.
[8.6/10] The first time I watched Parks and Recreation (or at least up through Season 5 or so when I caught up), I hadn’t seen The West Wing. I knew enough through cultural osmosis to get that this was something of an homage, but it didn’t have much of an impact on me as a reference.
Coming back to it having since seen the entirety of Aaron Sorkin’s and John Wells’s fascinating series, the main story has a lot more force. It’s not just the presence of Bradley Whitford (who’s great here in a comedic guise, whether or not you’re processing him as Josh Lyman), or the “Pillner for Pawnee” napkin, or the “we play with live ammo around here” borrowed line. It’s the very idea of the episode – that all of these political choices come with tradeoffs and compromises.
In truth, The West Wing wasn’t always a great vehicle for that message, with the show just as often having its heroes find some brilliant solution to whatever the crisis of the week is without too much compromise or consequence. But it’s still a great lesson for Leslie here and great showcase of her character.
I love the way she keeps trying to find extra room in the budget, and each fire she tries to put out starts another one. Solving the Parks dept. budget means closing the animal shelter. Saving the animal shelter means Ann (and other employees) getting fired. Ann keeping her job means either the Parks dept. budget shrinks or something else has to have a bite taken out of it. There is, again, a certain I Love Lucy quality to Leslie’s solutions (particularly her adopting all the animals) but I love her last one.
Leslie is the kind of person willing to take the political hit – to give Bobby Newport the win, in order to do the most good for Pawnee. Having him fund the shelter himself is a canny solution to the problem, and it serves many purposes here. It shows Leslie acknowledging that there is a cost to all of this, that you can’t have everything, but that she is always going to be the one to pay that cost herself rather than inflict it on others. A really stellar A-story to be sure.
The rest of the episode has strong material as well. I enjoy April trying to do Leslie’s job and coming up frustrated. Someone like Leslie is used to taking a licking and keeping on ticking, but for April, trying doesn’t come as naturally so every setback stings all the more. I like her trying to pursue a big idea (having a pet adoption event), get little traction and get frustrated. But I like even more than Tom gets to be a good guy instead of just a swaggery dudebro about it. Him pumping April up, and by extension Leslie, by reminding April that she’s face a lot of crap in local government, but that the good she can do is worth it, is a really nice beat for both of them.
And last but not least, Chris and Ron make for, once again, a surprisingly successful pairing. Ron inadvertently clearing his mind at the meditation center is a nice gag. It’s also another good story beat, with Ron admitting that meditation isn’t his thing, but Chris explaining it was just a test of sorts for Ron to show that he can be flexible. The reveal that Chris might lose his job if Bobby wins seems a little cheesy, but I like that it creates another moment of bonding for the two of them where Ron helps Chris out with some whiskey and friendly advice (and yet another Chris-Ann tease). Ron blowing off Chris in the tag by pretending to be meditating is a great button as well.
Overall, it’s an episode with a lot of nice moments, and a good down-to-earth message about government and the realities of it throughout.
[8.7/10] I just love the fact that you can take the civil servant out of the government but you can’t take the government out of the civil servant. The fact that even when she’s on suspension, Leslie can’t help trying to do her job, to the point that she basically makes her own shadow parks department to try get things done. The fact that it’s also a way for her to sublimate some anger at Chris is a nice touch too, even if she ends up apologizing to him at the end. The fact that she’s polling poorly is a blow, but it’s clear from the P.C.P. (the group, not the drug) that she has the perseverance and crazy Leslie Knope zeal to see it through.
And the rest of the gang is going to help her! The final moment of the episode, with the entire department stepping up to run her campaign, is one of the most touching in the series. Ron is particularly on fire, from his being furious at Leslie’s “thoughtful, personal” gifts, to his quiet protestations that he wanted to build a miniature wooden parks department rather than a gingerbread house, to his angry inability to glue graham crackers together. There’s a lot of comedy from the gang banding together, but the way it all falls into place when Leslie walks in is lovely. There’s always been a beating heart on this show, and everyone being willing to give up their lives to support Leslie, because she’s always done it for them, proves that with gusto.
Ben wondering what his next job will be and interviewing around has a solid amount of good comedy as well. I love the guy at the accounting firm who (mildest of mild spoiler alerts) you’ll see again and is a delight in his dorkiness everytime. The horror of Dennis Feinstein’s interview is great, as is Jean Ralphio’s terribly-put but surprisingly helpful advice. The notion of driven Ben taking some time to explore himself is a good one.
But overall, this is an episode about Team Leslie, and from her fervent citizen action, to everyone banding behind her, it’s full of the true X-mas spirit – the spirit of giving your time and talent for someone you care about it, because you know they’d do the same for you.
[8.5/10] Look, if I’m being honest, this isn’t the best-written episode Parks & Rec has ever done. Ron’s story ends essentially by fiat (though you can chalk it up to self-actualization if you really want to); Tom and Ben’s story is basically an excuse for E720-related hijinx and gets sewn together with a mostly unearned final beat; and the only story that does get tied up in any way is Ann’s which was the slightest to begin with.
But damnit if the meat of the episode isn’t so good that it’s hard not to completely excuse it for sort of abruptly screeching to the finish line rather than finding a natural ending point for thing. My god, Ron being confronted and controlled by Tammy 1 is a thing of comic beauty. High mark to Nick Offerman who manages to make Ron seem like a bizarrely, hilariously different person, bereft of facial hair, trusting the government, and wearing a colorful shirt. I cannot tell you how loud I laughed when he told someone he hoped the rest of their day would be “cool beans,” possibly the least Ron Swanson words ever uttered.
If that weren’t enough, everyone’s reaction to this is amazing. Leslie’s frightened declaration of “Ron, your mustache fell off!” is perfect and her drunken state is amazing. A low-simmering but brilliant subplot is April being enraptured by Tammy 1 as the “cold distant mother I never had.” Tammy 2’s brief scene about getting acid poured on her foot is short but sweet. Andy comes up with the winning idea, or at least, gets us halfway there! Everyone in the story is gold!
That extends to the guest stars. Patricia Arquette is amazing as the frosty queen bee herself. Making Tammy 1 this frighteningly effective controller, one who is a “literal golddigger” as Leslie points out, is a great bit. And Tammy Zero (aka Ron’s mom) makes a big impression in just a couple of scenes. Her “This is America, isn’t it? Then I don’t have to answer stupid questions on my own property” is one of the series’s best lines (and April’s follow up about her really being Ron’s mom is the perfect capper). Sure, the drink off being finished by Ron is a little sudden, but everything, including the notion of independent Ron being controlled by all these Tammys in his life, is so great up until that point that the show gets a pass for it.
The same goes for Ben checking the books for Tom. Let’s be frank, it’s just an excuse for strait-laced Ben to be mystified at all the insane stuff going on at E720, and for P&R to show off all that insanity, replete with a pair of NBA stars as a two-man greek chorus. The final scene, where Tom realizes Ben was right and gives him an iPad as a show of thanks is nice enough, but it’s basically just an extended bit of sketch comedy about rich know-nothings. Still, it’s funny and creative, so it gets a pass too!
The one complete story is Ann filming the diabetes PSA with Chris. Chris’s boundless enthusiasm and overcommitment to the material leads to great comic stuff for Rob Lowe, who really sells it. The mild theme of the bit – Ann wondering how she went out with Chris, only to remember when he compliments her and shows that he’s caring despite his outsized qualities – is nice too.
Overall, it’s not the best-structured episode of P&R you’ll ever watch, but damn if it isn’t great anyway.