Who is Todd? Eliot and Margo are uproariously filthy. A guy named Mike shows up and seduces Eliot. A djinn shows up. A bad thing happens to Mike. Alice and Quentin hook up. This was okay.
“You, sultry but damaged.”
“You will be selling oranges at an off-ramp.”
“Brakebills is not a forgiving place.”
“This wound is cursed.”
“I’m not the guy outside the YMCA yelling at people to repent.”
“It was a prayer.”
People lie and yell and are stupid and this was inessential and hilariously earnest. Leo Greene and his lingering spectre of the irrational annoys even if he doesn’t appear in this ep. A food drop goes awry. Katie has no geeky glamour and sees conspiracies. Lex is not conspicuously reluctant to apportion blame. Katie is sarcastic and stupid and makes it all about her.
This simple narrative is not totemic. Toxic Barbie seems hopelessly ill-prepared. There are no absolute values just a slow drift into shared animosity. Chris Wood plays a good man on the edge of darkness. There is an airing of suspicions about intentions. I’ve no unbridled enthusiasm about this ep.
People spew self-pitying crap. Gangbangers ride on motorbikes. There is no social idealism or unsaid fears. Far reaching topics aren’t addressed. The strange insular world of the cordon isn’t made interesting. This boring ep isn’t somewhat nuanced. What became of the cop who fell into the cordon? And did he fall and what is he doing in there?
A moppet whines. Lex has more anguish. More people are dumb. Katie whines and wonders why rats are needed in a non-research hospital and points fingers. Patient Zero might not have been Patient Zero. The MREs are stolen by a gangbanger who can’t act. Jana is menaced.