News broke today that Under the Dome had been renewed for a second season, the thirteen episodes of which will debut in the summer of 2014. In other news that surprised nobody, water remained wet and John Wayne remained dead.
The news had been more or less a foregone conclusion since at least the fourth week, when it was clear to anybody paying attention that the show's numbers were not dropping off considerably.
That might theoretically change next week, due to a bitter dispute between CBS (UtD's network) and Time Warner Cable, which at 11 pm tonight -- conveniently after tonight's episode of the series -- removed all CBS stations from its service. Time Warner serves roughly three million customers in towns you may have heard of such as New York City, Los Angeles, and Dallas, among others. It's unlikely that all three million of them watch Under the Dome, but it seems quite reasonable to assume that a decent number of them do; so unless the dispute gets resolved, don't be surprised if the ratings for episode seven take a bit of a hit.
What does that have to do with tonight's episode?
Not a dadburn thing! I just felt like mentioning it. Pray that I don't feel the need to discuss my cats!
In some ways, I didn't feel this was quite as strong an episode as a few of the recent ones have been. But there were a number of really good scenes, and the episode passed what might be the greatest of all tests for a television series: when the hour ended, I wished it had fifteen more minutes or so. I get pedantic at times about things, including episodes of television shows, but in the end, does anything matter more than that simple wish? If an episode ends and you say some variant of the following -- "Awwwww, man...! I've gotta wait until next week?!? I want more now!" -- that means you're invested in the show, and investment means the series has done its job. We can, and will, debate the semantics of the degree to which that investment has occurred, but as long as it has occurred, that's all that really matters.
And I remain invested, although there were a few moments in tonight's episode that made my roll my eyes. The accident that set the episode's events in motion, for example: Alice, in some sort of demantia-like fit thanks to a diabetes attack, wanders into the street and nearly gets smooshed by a truck. Happily, she does not get smooshed. Less happily, the truck driver swerves, and runs into the town's water tower, which immediately begins losing every drop of water inside it.
Holy shit! That's kinda terrible writing, guys. And yes, I'm conscious that that accusation comes from a man who just typed the phrase "kinda terrible writing," which in and of itself is terrible writing. I, uh...I did it just to prove I know what terrible writing is. Yeah. Yeah! That's it!
Seriously, though, that sucked. Wouldn't it have been easier to just say that the fire in episode two caused the water to run out? Or, hell, if you wanted to avoid an episode-two callback you could have just said that the methane contamination in the lake made the town's potable water undrinkable. There was no need to have a perfectly good lesbian go staggering into the street in a low-blood-sugared state of amnesiac daffiness. That shit was uncalled for.
And now, to provide a bit of a transition, I present to you the five weirdest images culled from a Google search for the phrase "a perfectly good lesbian":
|this one was called "destroy the sanctity of a perfectly good gourd"|
|if that's a bulldog, then I think I get why this showed up...|
|I shit you not: "is Roswell New Mexico lesbian friendly?"|
|"lesbians who look like Tintin" (still laughing over that one)|
|needs no explanation; delightful|
Well, I'm amused after that Google Images search, but also a bit disappointed. I don't know about you, but I sort of expected some hot girl-on-girl action, and instead all I got was chuckles and grins. Story o' my fuckin' life, right there.