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1.7 Bachelor Party
Cordelia: "All of a sudden, rich and handsome isn't enough for me?"
FINALLY, what I've been waiting for, an episode about Doyle -- and I didn't like it all that much. It was funny and different, but if they said "eat his brains" once, they said it ten times.
So what did I like about it? I enjoyed learning a lot more about Doyle -- his first name (Francis), his age, his background, his taste in women. I liked Cordelia finally seeing that there was more to Doyle than she was seeing on his surface. I hadn't even noticed that Doyle is something like Xander until it was mentioned in this episode -- duh. I enjoyed the whole demonology thing, too, and Doyle going demon, and why he doesn't like to do it.
What didn't I like about it? It was predictable. We all knew that even though the Animobic (sp?) demons were supposed to be culturally assimilated into humanity, something was off about them. I mean, what kind of restaurant owners would sit down to a dinner of Kentucky Fried Chicken?
The fight scene during the party with everyone, including Angel and Doyle, in demon-face, was certainly something you don't see every day. The only thing during that hour that was stranger were those new Old Navy Performance Fleece commercials, which I always find bizarre.
A couple of bits:
-- I haven't mentioned it yet, but I really like the flash backwards and flash forwards during the scene changes. They're effective and grab my attention.
-- A demon mixer? If I thought I could meet someone like Angel at one, I'd go. :)
Quotes:
Harry: "He's got a good heart, Francis, just like you."
Doyle: "Yeah, maybe, but the container, eh? Can I get a side of bland with that bland?"
Harry: "Richard wanted a moment alone with Doyle to ask him to his bachelor party."
Cordelia: "Bachelor party? Why, is he afraid he ordered too much beer?"
Aunt Martha: "Come on girls, it's pornographic pictionary time."
Harry: (to Cordelia) "Their ways are not our ways."
Harry: "And since when does your family follow the ancient teachings?"
Uncle: "We don't flaunt our beliefs, but they're very dear to us."
Harry: "Oh, please, Uncle John! When is the last time you pried yourself away from ESPN long enough to spill the blood of a she-goat?"
Brother: "You don't need her anyway."
Cousin: "Yeah, who wants a wife whose knees only bend the one way?"
Let's say one out of four stakes. Or maybe two. Okay, 1.5,
Billie
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