A blowsy whore is blowsy. A fake beard is sported. Mycroft shows up. There is bad acting. Holmes could care less about his amanuensis. Watson is useless and bumbling. There is a ‘dramatic reveal’. Damn if this was ‘Sherlock’, Sherlock would have retaliated a lot by now. Holmes boasts of how he was onto the not so cunning plan all along. Watson is wallpaper and this was portentous with prevailing gloom and animosity. The twist ending is no such thing.
“A fascinating death cult.”
“Your best friend kidnapped!”
“Your lurid accounts.”
“The afterthought of his affections.”
“He is mad.”
“Following a slight disagreement.”
“I found it most easily and locked it.”
“I’m never wrong.”
“Not now Watson, our lives are in danger.”
Barry has audacity and a foster dad Detective West (Jesse L. Martin) and a foster sister Iris whom he fancies. But Iris ignores Barry’s professed love to date Detective Eddie Thawne. TPTB better not make Iris this show’s Lana Lang. Barry hangs out at STAR labs with Harrison Wells, Snow and Cisco. Barry looks like he is pushing 40, yells, wears a moronic outfit and is not a nascent superhero more of a superass.
Cisco and Snow annoy, Barry’s dad seems rather comfy in Iron Heights jail and something known as Grodd may be important later on. There are ominous hints of future plotlines. This was a sturdy start. The scales fall from West’s eyes when he sees Barry in action. But he is still a sexist jackass, which explains where Barry gets it from.
There is muttering about another dimension, metahumans, Wells refutes stuff, Oliver Queen makes a cameo and Barry’s Central City is 600 miles away from Starling City. Did Barry’s mother know her killer? West and Barry have a moment which is undercut by Barry’s supersuit which looks like something from a Berlin sex club. Barry’s dad doesn’t seem to have much hope for a reprieve. The final scene reveals that not only is Wells not a kindly disabled mentor but he’s not even from now. This was good; is Wells the big bad? What is up with Barry’s dad? I’ll be back.
“That’s Detective pretty boy.”
“How is he still alive?”
“I need you to urinate in this.”
“Lightening gave me abs?”
“FEMA categorised us as a Class 4 hazardous location.”
“You never believe me.”
“It all went wrong.”
“Antimatter, dark energy, X elements.”
Captain Randall is a pre-eminent baddie. There is copious nudity. Jamie makes his sister’s defilement all about him. Claire reimburses this view. Claire is dressed up in 1743 clothing. The Laird lurks. This episode was not relevant. There are flashbacks. Claire has to avoid assertions that she is a spy; she does not manage to repudiate them. The unnecessary voiceover drags on. A prurient lurker lurks. Gaelic is yelled, the only word I could make out was “agus”. Claire has precocity and isn’t allowed to leave because she let slip she is a healer. She is ill-pleased.
“What kind of corset is that?”
“Shagger of wee beasties.”
“That mad bastard.”
“They say I’m a witch.”
“1743. Decades before the American revolution. England and France are at war, again. One of the Hanover kings is on the throne. But which one?”