I don't need to have the boys in every shot of the show.
Can someone translate?
The panic attack was hysterical.
This is the flail that never ends. It just goes on and on my friends.
I found the whole Gert business very annoying.
And uncomfortable making. Being young and in on the joke was much more fun. Getting older, the joke is less funny and more sad.
In Dead in the Water, the dead dudes died tastefully and fully clothed, with nary a waxed pec in sight.
I meant Amy Acker's bathtub scene.
I meant Amy Acker's bathtub scene.
Oh, I figured, but I was explaining (I require more coffee today) why I saw it as an improvement on Dead in the Water. Which I thought was more sexualized with its the female deaths or near deaths. Bikini trumps jog bra! Tub with LIMBS OF ACKER trumps shower with tasteful fogged mirror.
WINE TRUMPS ALL.
I don't need to have the boys in every shot of the show.
Can someone translate?
Not without getting meta and explaining that the actors are being overworked. Because, for me, the show revolves around the boys. So I know the actors can't be in every shot but I still kinda greedily want the boys there...
WINE TRUMPS ALL.
WIN!
The actress who played Gert also played, when she was young and pert and blonde, Harold's infamous third date, the (HORRIBLE!) actress Sunshine Dore, in Harold and Maude.
And also Elizabeth, Father's umfriend among the people Below, in Beauty and the Beast. I thought it was really cute how they never actually wrote any sex, or even affection for those two, but man, let another female look at him and Elizabeth was looking daggers. I think it was all Geer, 'cause I'm sure it was never written, or acknowledged in any way by any of the writers or other actors.
I found the whole Gert business very annoying.
And uncomfortable making. Being young and in on the joke was much more fun. Getting older, the joke is less funny and more sad.
Yes. This. They are--well, Ackles confessedly is, anyway--aware that their audience is 30-50 year old females. HowEVer, TPTB covet 18-30 yo males, and attempt to market to them, because they believe they impulse spend the most.
See, her Sunshine Doreness has me spinning off on a whole crackaddled analysis of the season vis a vis Harold and Maude, and it just fits so freaking well, and cracks me up SO MUCH, that I'm kinda forgiving it now. Even though it annoyed me almost as much as it now amuses me.
Possibly, I'm easily entertained.
We may demand proof of this. IJS.
PS, I swear, I don't really think the show will end with Dean dying and Sam walking away from the Impala doing a cliffdive to the strains of a metal cover of Trouble.
But if it does, I may sprain something laughing.
We may demand proof of this. IJS.
Look at it! The floppy-haired mopey one! The big black car! The hanging around in cemeteries! The short(er) one with the limited lifespan, trying to live that year to the fullest and ready to go. The over-the-top dates forced upon the younger by his mother the suits!
I swear, it totally maps.