On to another obsession

Thanks to Music Wench and Google Alerts, I now have even less of an idea what is going to happen this Sunday on the LOCI season finale.

Here, I try to break it down with my filters off:

I am a little concerned about the promise of repeated shockers. One of the aspects of the past two seasons I've liked the least is the constant reveal, timed just so to keep the viewer on her toes, but mostly doing little more than not allowing me to digest what I'm being shown before a second "Huh?!?" kicks in. Plus, in one hour of TV (roughly translated into 44 minutes), there's only so much that can happen. I'm afraid this will be too reminiscent of "Purgatory," the second-half opener, which relied too heavily on deus ex machina (or just plain coincidence) to keep the dramatic tension high and resolved nothing while making little to no sense.

And yes, apparently Nicole Wallace is back. Which is a shame. I don't understand why, with everything else that's going on in Bobby's life [to recap, for those who don't know: recently dead mother after a bout with cancer and life-long battles with schizophrenia- who right before her death revealed she wasn't certain if Bobby's father was the bastard he'd known or someone even worse, drug- and gambling- addicted brother, nephew on the lam from the law (thanks to Bobby's interferance), issues within his work environment (everyone but his partner thinks he's a nutjob), and issues with his own stability (he's possibly a nutjob)]. So to bring back The Nemesis (think Moriarty to Bobby's Sherlock) seems a bit of overkill. Plus, in the episode "Great Barrier" we saw Bobby finally able to move beyond Nicole's manipulative mind-fucks, and any return she's made since then has felt false and unnecessary.

But here's the teaser that kills me:
given her murderous ways of the past, what happens with Nicole is not at all what you would imagine

OMFG, if he has sex with her, I'm going to enter his fictional universe and fucking kill him.

Other than Nicole's return (who is, uncharacteristically, going after everyone close to Bobby - which makes me want to ask her, "Really? You are some mad genius who can apparently get anyone to do anything you want them to, everyone wants to fuck you, and you, after almost 3 years still carry a vendetta against one cop? So you return to the one city with cops gunning for you, where you have a warrant out for your immediate arrest for kidnapping and the like, to settle this vendetta? How much of a genius are you?"), there is also something shocking in a box (shades of Se7en, anyone?), and everyone's a suspect for something (Please, please, baby Jesus, let it be for killing Nicole).

The article gives little else away, but promises it will be bizarre. I don't know that I'm looking forward to bizarre. I don't watch this show for the bizarre, the weird, the deluded crap that they've been trying to feed us on and off for the past 2 years. But watch it I will.

I am looking forward to John Glover's return as Declan Gage.
I am looking forward to having some loose ends tied up (one thing that was promised).
I always always look forward to seeing Vincent D'Onofrio do what he does best.

If I survive Sunday night, I will let you know what I think.

In something completely unrelated: I GOT MY SPACED DVD SET! I GOT MY SPACED DVD SET! NEENER! NEENER!
Okay I'm officially a dork. But I'm a dork for Simon Pegg. And one of the most infectiously watchable geek-love British television shows ever. Trust me when I say there has been nothing on American TV that rivals this. My affection for it goes far beyond my love of Pegg (who made it a point recently to state in his blog that he's 5'10", not 5'9", as related by IMDB, which for some reason I found adorable), and extends to each character and quirk we meet. I had to buy this set the same way I have to buy books I love instead of borrowing them. There's just something in the ownership of a thing. As if perhaps by owning the DVDs, I have some unique priviledge or knowledge - and free passes to that special club.

So I will spend my weekend leading up to possible mind-fuckability completely engrossed with Tim, Daisy, Mike, Brian, Marsha, and Twist (and Colin) in a world that exists just a slight distance out of my reach.