The CIB consists of Angie (Susannah Harker), Vaughn (Idris Elba), various muscle and their weird boss. They do indecipherably begrudging wilful staring. Michael has methodical pragmatism. Kirsty does badly acted consternation. This episode was badly directed and mediocre yet has hints of being a substantial metamodernism take on the genre. Michael makes perturbed faces. Info about what is really going on is drip fed. Michael isn’t gregariously social and can’t be non-aggressive. There is a prevalence of bad acting. The monsters turn out not to be metaphorical. Kirsty has no verve or finesse. Michael keeps stumbling over things in reactive fashion.
Michael walks around in his underpants and mom jeans. Clunky weapons are waved and CIB menace Michael who has gameness and no wariness. The ’CIB’ chase people who only come out at night, have no reflections and can’t be captured on film. Michael doesn’t belive, at first until Jack returns to makes kiss blow faces and chow down on his pal. This had great acclaim and it’s easy to see why - it is played deadly serious.
The Code V’s as they are called have an impenetrable plan. There are creepy reveals. The ‘CIB’ is smug with impunity. Michael is offered a new job and uses his ex Frances for info and it is easy to see why most of the fanfic for this show is Jack/Michael.
“How unconscious is he?”
“He’s paranoid. That’s what coke does to you.”
“They’re a death squad Mike!”
“He stopped being your friend two nights ago.”
“Code V neutralised.”
“I’ll just sit here and nod shall I?”
“Suicide is not an informed choice Michael.”
“Did they tell you I was evil? It’s what the church always says Mike.”
“Do you like living in the Middle Ages?”
“We’re part of nature.”
“It’s a question of faith. On both sides.”
“It’s a prison, not a cemetery.”
“You’re got full government backing for this?”
“Our free-range days are over.”
A girl was horribly injured in the car accident and the CIB doesn’t care. CIB doesn’t ingratiate themselves as they hunt the finical trail via outdated computer technology. The CIB boss uses excessive hair gel for a priest. CIB uncovers who is building the Code V safe houses and that the Code V’s have a plan covering a time scale of years. The CIB boss is scornful and Michael is pale and smokes a lot. The Code V’s have a plan for Michael, something never followed up on.
The Code V’s drive around in cars with so much tinting, they could be mistaken for drug dealers. Kirsty has personal objections and whines tirelessly about secrets and lies. There is a twist. CIB treat independent thought as inherently implausible. CIB uncover a Code V clinic for experimenting with blood. CIB are infuriating an extremely disrespectful. Michael feels disgust and dismay about his new colleagues. People flatly refuse to co-operate with CIB causing greater complexity and antagonism. The CIB for all their lofty talk are an extermination squad. The Code V’s aren’t just a sinister fringe. Both sides are evil. This was okay, though characters seem unacquainted with peripheral vision.
“Driving around in broad daylight. You’ve got to admire their nerve.”
“You never got on?”
“Do I? How very telling.”
“He’ll get no sanctuary here.”
“I thought you were going to tell me that he’d been washed up on a beach somewhere.”
“Has Angie got kids?”
“Leeches don’t use phones.”
“We know about them.”
“Michael’s one of us. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
“Died 1943 aged 34. Only he didn’t die and he’s still 34.”
“All that eternal youth and no mirrors.”
“How long has he been running your life?”
“If that’s not a grudge. I don’t know what is.”
“I don’t fancy living in Iran, do you?”
The menaced woman, Marian, wanted a child and is now pregnant. The CIB are the meanest as they try to find out what she is pregnant with. Marian has a rising terminal, there is an exhumation and a Code V infiltrated IVF clinic. Marian is carrying a wholly incredible hybrid baby. Angie manipulates Marian who can’t act culminating in violence. CIB have an utter lack of concern about people who get injured or killed. Nowadays this episode would provoke vigorous Twitter commentary by the SJ mob who are hyper vigilant for ways to be offended.
The CIB are inappropriate and misrepsent themselves and promulgate lies. The long loathed Code V’s seem more human than the CIB. Angie meddles and kills a Code V. Becoming a Code V is termed crossing over. Frances gives Michael an angry looking cactus. Code V sperm explodes in sunlight. A pro-life woman causes Marian pain by wearing a crucifix. Angie wears nun like shoes and is a fearful character. This was okay and the absence of things in the scan was creepy.
“Bog standard hit and run.”
“Her husband’s six foot under.”
“You pumped two bullets into his chest and still managed to miss his heart.”
Ray renames Queen Consolidated as Palmer Technologies. Oliver responds with growling, violence and threats which are his normal way of communicating. The opening credits are different. Roy worries about his anti-commercial self representation. Oliver is scathing and exponentially repelling and grimaces like he is being subjected to rectal hydration. Diggle has no personality, Laurel is AWOL and Thea is insulted by a grunge holdover laptop DJ.
Oliver’s stalker is Cupid aka Carrie Cutter and she wears slutty attire and is crazy. Diggle impugns Felicity. The glossary imagery doesn’t hide the fact one feels detached from this show. Ray re-enacts ‘Pretty Woman’ as he dresses Felicity up as his very own party doll. A perv locates the Arrow’s HQ. This episode was frivolous. Carrie has exuberance. Felicity makes a highly embarrassing speech fêting Ray. Oliver makes a despotic speech and offers legitimate provocations. Where is Malcolm? Oliver defeats Carrie and conscripts her into the Suicide Squad. WTF? Oliver has no morals, he needs a walling. Ray wants dwarf star alloy and has plans for an A.T.O.M exosuit. But for what? Nobody cares. A guy kills another guy with a boomerang. Yawn. I have no compunction to care.
“I don’t audition.”
“I have to be alone.”
Lola and Mary have paroxysms of unhappiness. Bedroom pop plays. Mary has flat ironed hair and the real Mary’s endless health issues and hysteria never occur. This show’s resurgence seems over. The mercenary has a weird accent. Stuff happens off screen. Mary is not conflicted just reiterating and reinforcing bad choices. There is death and there is more foreshadowing of Mary’s fate.
“You weren’t seen?”
“The vulnerability of Henri’s court.”
“I purchased the ear off a gravedigger.”
“The whorehouse massacre.”
“No hounds, no falcons.”
“Someone who suspected she had arranged her husband’s death.”