OMG. O M F G.
When did things take a turn for the so very bleak?! The hell.
That Aurora Chair contraption puts me in mind of the mindprobe that makes your head (quoth Ianto) "explowwwwde" in Torchwood. Except OMG, don't use it on the hero! Christ!
Something tells me our dear goofy John is not gonna get out of this one unscathed. I guess it was inevitable and the whole course of the show up to this point hinted at the fact that Crichton would slowly and excruciatingly lose what innocence he possessed. But still, goofy John. Don't break him!
The juxtaposition of his and Aeryn's suffering is a simple effect, but produces a fair amount of impact.
I love D'Argo (and Zhaan of course, although that was something of a given) being so attentive to Aeryn. I know they've been bonding and all, but it's still nice to see that people whose only common denominator is the fact that they are stranded in space have reached a point where they actually give a damn about each other.
Wow, Scorpius. That's some cold, efficient, sing-songy villainy right there. And here I thought one couldn't get more villainous that You Killed My Brother Prepare To Die Crais.
Yeah, that's one hell of a disguise, Chiana. The equivalent of Clark Kent's side-swept hair and wire-rimmed glasses. Oh well, if it works in Metropolis...
Bonus kryptonite factor: creepy Scorpius can detect one's "energy signature". You can run, but you can't hide (or rather, vice-versa). Should have minded Crichton's words when he said not to attract too much attention.
Browder's ability to express edge-of-insanity-pain makes me somewhat uncomfortable.OMG, John Crichton, you poor, latently crazy, dear. And now his father? Can't the poor guy catch a break?
Oh. The. Irony. Everything John needs is at the hands of his mortal enemies. Yippee (yeah, the insanity's catching. Crichton's laughter in this scene may forever prevent me from getting a good night's sleep)!
Aaand here come the painful One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest reminiscences. Joy.
Okay. That guy in the cell? May be bonkers, but I kinda sorta like him. He had me at "MY SIDE! YOUR SIDE!"
That quick-cut from Crichton's cell to Gilina and Chiana (who is looking mighty fine with that wig, if I may say so myself)'s location nigh gave me a heart-attack.
Man, Crais is a lousy bluffer... Unlike Chiana.
Was... Was that a Monty Python reference just now? Oh, Crichton, you crazy diamond. Your shine is never as bright as when you've just undergone shock-therapy.
Oh, Chiana, why you so badass? (Also, I told you that disguise was crummy.)
Getting burnt to a crisp: a cautionary tale (ie. the dangers of trying to get it on with girls half your age).
Alright, I knew from that time they were stranded on a forest and shared laughs about Crichton's ineptitude that Aeryn and D'argo's relationship would be one of the highlights of this show for me. As expected, their dynamic is one of the most layered and fulfilling I've seen on any show, ever. I heart it like a freakin' defibrillator. How far they've come since their being together in the same room was tantamount to irresistible force meeting immovable object.
That's official, this show has just reached new levels of grim. Where's the good-natured space-odyssey I started watching? This is (almost) Evangelion levels of cognitive dissonance. One moment you're smiling at an incongruous yet somewhat cute creature's hijinks (just substitute Rygel for Pen² in this here occurrence) and the next the motherfuckin' abyss stares back and oh, look, IT’S MATARIEL. The fact that this episode is titled Nerve plays right into this (otherwise questionable) analogy. Yeah, I'm easily amused.
It's a sad indictment of my personality that the more Crichton frothes at the mouth, the more entranced I am.
Well played, Farscape. No really, well played.
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