Writing From the Inside

A bunch of people have asked why the episode review for “Hunted” has not been posted, did I skip it, was I doing the reviews out of order. I have answered those e-mails, but for anyone else who was wondering and wanted to know, here it is. I have written the review, and it’s sitting in the vault. Pink Raygun did an interview with Rachel Talalay, who directed this episode, as well as a number of other shows. When that interview is posted, then, as a courtesy, the review of the ep she directed for Supernatural will posted as well, and the two will be linked together. Hope this helps and thanks for your patience.

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Playthings” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“But really, and perhaps you’ll agree, that the finest thing about this scene is the shirt Sam is wearing. It’s a thin, grey one that looks like cashmere, which everyone knows it couldn’t be, seeing as the boys get their clothes from the Salvation Army. Then again, maybe it could be; I once got a cashmere sweater there for a dollar. At any rate, it clings to every single curve of Sam’s arms and chest. Or rather, to give credit where it is due, it clings to Padalecki’s arms and chest. I’ve not got the math smarts to graph a chart that will demonstrate just how often and how hard the boy’s been working out, but it’s plain to see that he has been. Vigorously, and, dare I say it, religiously, because if working out and muscles were prayers, then this boy would be SAVED. The long, once boyishly lean torso and arms, the once tender and young sweetness of his neck, all of it has now turned into rippled iron, covered by silky skin, turning his frame to a divine work, so that when he shifts, or turns, or flips a cell phone closed with a resounding click, and it’s grace personified. He’s always had the height and the charm, now he’s got control and confidence. All wrapped in unassuming wool. (And his hair, lest we forget, spires down like inky ribbons across his intelligent forehead. It’s enough to make a fangirl swoon.)”

Angst AND Emo

How he move

Sam I Am

I know, just don’t kiss me

Desperate to save

Checking it out

 The Dad said so

You promised

Yeah, my brother likes dolls

Taking a break

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Croatoan” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Second, I’m pleased on account of The Dad’s theory about Croatoan. Legend has it that the colony of Roanoke disappeared, and either they got absorbed or killed by nearby Indian tribes. Perhaps they wandered aimlessly off in search of the nearest Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, whatever. There’s an overarching 400 years or more of history to attest to the fact that the colony vanished in mysterious but was most assuredly a normal, earthly manner. The Dad, however, tosses all of this out the window and without a single nod to any generally accepted “lore” that had been unearthed, ascribes the entire disaster to the YED messing around with his pet virus. You have to love a man with enough chutzpah to overthrow current carbon dating methods, satellite imagery, anthropological digs, DNA testing, preserved letters and ephemera, the History Channel, the Discovery Channel, TLC, National Geographic Magazine, AND The Smithsonian – all to theorize that the devil did it.”

 Checking through eyelashes

Wide eyed boy

You killed Mr. Rogers

Love that neck

Doing the hard thing

Sammy Sam Sam

Pastoral beer drinking

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Crossroads Blues” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“It must have been coming on sunset when they filmed, with the light slanting through the trees from the west. Both boys are lit up like Christmas morning. Dean circles around Sam, who watches as his brother digs and then joins in the dither about graveyard dust and black cat bones. You can count the freckles across the bridge of Dean’s nose, and you could spin a rope from the thickness of Sam’s eyelashes. You can see the green glitter glint of Dean’s eyes, and the hard planes of Sam’s jaw. They’re stunning and beautiful and almost unearthly here. It’s amazing that Show doesn’t figure out how glorious this looks and film ALL of their scenes at this time of day. I’m sure that the fact that they don’t is a punishment for some past sin of mine, or maybe it’s that Show knows that if it gives me too many daylight scenes like this, I’ll just become jaded and spoiled.”

Diner scene

Not laughing

 

People are STOOPID

Sharing the sunlight

Guh

Our Sammy

Smile for me

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “The Usual Suspects” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Anyway, the interrogation focuses on Dean, whom they tape while Dean confesses. What’s funny here is watching Dean tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but so help me God, he’d be sexy even if he wasn’t saying a word. The lighting guys are at it again, doing their bright and shiny best in all of Dean’s (and Ackle’s) scenes in the squad room. The set guys have put a table that reflects light up, and thusly we get, yeah, all those freckles, and the sparkles in Dean’s eyes, and the lovely swell of that raspberry mouth thrown into high relief. I wouldn’t say that what Dean was wearing stands out in my memory, but with a face like that, who cares what he’s wearing?”

A warning glare

Dean in peril

Unable to save

Sam with flashlight

You missed a spot

Leaving the scene of the crime

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “No Exit” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“Lord, no one can glare like that boy. It’s like watching a pit bull watching you from the other side of the fence. If he could get at you through the holes in the chain link, he would. Same here with Jo. And I can’t figure if he’s peeved simply because she’s there, making herself useless and obnoxious, or whether it’s because she’s SO got the hots for Dean, and for some reason that bothers Sam. Not that he’s opposed to seeing Dean hook up, gracious, he’s seen that plenty of times. But I think it’s Jo herself that bothers him with her whole “I come from a hunter family, therefore, I am one of you.” She’s got notions of grandeur, and pretensions of belonging, she’s a poseur and so durn obvious. But Sam’s a gentleman, so he merely glares.”

Almost on the road

Watching

Research

Freckleishious

And I will still be here

Cement trucks rule!

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

Sam, of course, knows better, and back at the motel, the boys have a major dither as Sam calls his brother to task. I’m sure it must be getting old for him trying to make Dean talk, trying to make him admit that the whole hunt is just a part of Dean’s Denial, and if Dean could just admit THAT, he could move on to the next stage, whatever that is. Again I am distracted because the lighting is such that the blue of Dean’s shirt (a color which he should wear, like, all the time. That is, when he’s not wearing olive green, or that nice, rather tight, grey t-shirt I know he’s got rolled up in that duffle somewhere) makes his skin glow and his eyes glitter. Plus he’s so beautiful when he’s pissed, his Angry Eyes are just amazing here. Then he announces that he’s going to get a drink. By himself, which as you know is when the succubus gets you. (And why hasn’t show had a succubus for the MOW, I ask you?)

Watchnig me watching you

Brown as a berry

Unearthly beautiful

Another sidewalk dither

Wanting to help

Turning away

Bloodlust: A Supernatural Episode Review

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Bloodlust” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

How on EARTH can a man look so good with blood and ichor on his face like that? It’s bad enough that Ackles is already more beautiful than this Earth should allow; the blood, you would think, should somehow dehumanize him so that we can see the hunter within and be appalled by it. For I’m sure that’s what the scene is meant to do, what it’s supposed to do, and Sam’s look of HORROR just adds to this – we’re supposed to be up close and personal with the ugly, ugly mechanics of hunting and be worried or disgusted or put off. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Watch this scene and try to believe that. Better yet, sit next to a fangirl and listen as she watches this scene. You’ll hear it: GUH. It’s the sound of her lungs contracting, and her stomach clenching up, and her thighs igniting on fire, and maybe some other things too that I’m too polite to mention. That’s how good this scene is.

A hunting we will go

Feeling like the dog’s dinner

Sammy on his own

Young reporter

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Everybody Loves a Clown” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

“It’s lovely, as well, to see the boys bathed in this golden afternoon. Their hair is lit up by an aureole of light, their skin, pale from lack of exposure to the sun, glows like warm marble. You can see eyelashes, and freckles, golden specks in green eyes, it’s like a cornucopia of small details that we usually don’t get to see because for SOME reason, every where they go, it’s rainy and cloudy. Who knows how long they walk but they don’t seem to think anything of it, they just walk, the way you imagined people used to do before cars became everyday objects. Plus, it amazes me the things that they are not carrying. I know they travel light, but all they have is two duffels and one backpack. That’s their whole lives, everything they need, right there. Yeah, sure, there’s more stuff back in the Impala (or perhaps in boxes at Bobby’s place), but if they traveled any lighter, all they’d have between them was a paper bag with two toothbrushes in it.”

Pics:

 Bright Sam

Doesn’t want regular

Hurting

Not dealing with it

Worry

Not getting the message across

Major dither

You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “No Rest for the Wicked” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!

An excerpt:

The scene where Dean gets Sammy singing was priceless. I got the feeling that when Dean’s alone in the car, he sings rather a lot. I can see him rolling all the windows down, cranking the radio all the way up, and singing at the top of his beautiful, musically talented lungs. So, to cheer Sam up, because that’s what big brothers do, he starts off rather like Sister Maria does with the Von Trapp Family Singers: he encourages by demonstration and then brings Sam into the fun. (The whole “Bon Jovi rocks…sometimes,” line is sure to become a classic.) Sam, alas, can kill vampire men much better than he can sing, but his enthusiasm and joy make that okay. Plus, it was one of those Winchester moments you wish you could lock in a golden box forever, because in between the woe and strife and the never-ending angst, there are these bits of good times, stops for coffee and pie, an excellent sunset as they drive across the flat highways of the plains, or even the quiet joy of stretching out on a real bed after sleeping in the car for three days – because the Winchester’s lives are not all on the screen, you know. Lots of it is off screen, and it’s tidbits like these that give me the flavor of that.

Eyelashes

Discussing it

Pissed off Sammy

Serious Dean

We Don’t Always Get What We Want

 Whumpage