There is an assassination via model plane. Hard looking dude Solo has to save a boy genius, has women falling into him and he has no classy restraint. Illya pretends to be a hairdresser with a billowing open shirt. A mad actress (Angela Lansbury) runs around. Women prefer the oddly robotic and formal Illya to Solo. Thrush carry around a little photo of Solo. There is an annoying child actor, Solo sniffing underwear and there are moist moments. This was good. Illya is in peril and does some impressive acrobatics.
“My breakfast diamonds.”
“Just when you were supposed to be giving me a finger wave.”
“I’ll make them very sorry.”
The Cherry Blossom Affair
Ray wants to re-enact ‘Fantastic Voyage’. There is fighting, slow-motion, Sara has a cold functional process and Ray annoys. Rip Hunter is full of miniscule irritations and likes to callously imply insults. Snart, Mick and Jax bore. Mick has a room temperature IQ. This was facile and has a much depth as a compostible toothbrush. The characters are now all troubled introspective versions of themselves.
People call Rip the Gareeb. This was unnecessary and leaves one absent of emotion. Snart tries to change history. There is mumbling about a vessel. Not very 70s attire is worn. Vandal Savage has cult followers who group and amalgamate around him. Hawkgirl wails. Rip Hunter is crazily angry. Hawkman is still dead.
“You’re not nearly as thick as most people say.”
“When I get bored I make bad decisions.”
“If I were you, I’d run.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I didn’t have you pegged as the ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ type.”
Ricky is not unsettled by his role. There are no real cultural fits from the arrival of aliens. Ricky has no self-abnegation and the newsman has lurking distrust. There is no substantive debate caused by the aliens actions. There is amoral pouting and absurdist existentialism as we wait for something to happen as self-defeating localism takes place. There are anti-alien ads, atavistic instincts and infuriatingly disordered new world order making. No one has carnivorous menace.
There is no febrile talent at work here. This was not a cohesive whole. Ricky is unnecessarily appalling. Problematic female characters have no role. This had promise but was just tedious and seems as if it was written in the cocaine years. The Overlords are creepy and unsettling and the Freedom League spews wholly phantom imaginary wrongs or do they? This was terminally witless.
“Both sides are praying together under a flying saucer.”
“Like in ‘Signs’ where that little girl killed them with a glass of water.”
“Why come all this way just to blow us up?”
“You’ve been a godsend to this town.”
“You were on the verge of discovering interstellar travel. But the stars are not for man.”
“Decent men can be manipulated.”
“Be firmly stopped.”
“A stonewashed hick from a flyover state.”
“I had hoped the world has had enough of angry mobs.”
“We don’t look like humans.”
“Here comes Dr X.”
“You selling my mom drugs again?”
“The Overlords have destroyed god.”
“The blue collar prophet.”
“Evil can disguise itself as truth.”