CM5: Mosley Lane
Mar. 17th, 2011 09:59 pmHappy, laid back vibe of the family at the winter festival makes me fear for them. Wasn't there a lost balloon in Seven Seconds? I like Reid's tweed jacket and Prentiss is still in goth mode. Sarah is fantastic. I love the way she almost-friends with JJ "I'm sorry you know all that." "I could have gone my whole life without knowing. And then someone took my son." I love the cracked, creepy glockenspiel motif on the music track. Very Final Fantasy. JJ quotes Nietzsche for the opener: "Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man" Sarah's motto.
Amy has a bad dye job and a new brother with helpful survival tips. Morgan with teh sexism: JJ believes Sarah because she's a mothers. Prentiss points out the obvious. Hotch buys the case and Garcia is looking very dapper in green. Nice touch, making Sarah's chart mirror Garcia's. Great reenactment with Prentiss standing in for Amy's mum. Polo necks are on trend in BAU land. Some people in the support group resent their past being dredged up: "Wishing for your boy to come home is one thing; she threw her whole life away..." Morgan scores the key connecting clue. I like the contrast between the naturalistic makeup of the childrens' parents and the war paint of the regulars, emphasizing the emotional armour of the professionals. "It's not going to end well for all of us" Sarah is prescient. Also extremely wise and self-aware and an alcoholic mess — her scenes with Amy's mum are a delight.
Oooh, a cavalcade of creepy potential suspects. I love the we know and we know you know we know game: "Is he on to you?" "Without a doubt" Another great contrast: the UNSUB, unshaven, dated suit, balding but with a bad dye job, versus the immaculately styled and groomed Morgan. A big black hearse with fins! We're deep in fairytale territory. I thought polaroid film had been discontinued. Garcia is rarely wrong. Except when it adds drama. The final shot of the UNSUB is a thing of grotesque beauty. And we know how long Reid has been in the BAU: 5 years, 7 months and 19 days. Psychobabble. "I'm a doctor. I put my faith in facts and statistical probabilities..." Spence calls it as a win. But not for everyone, just as Sarah predicted. And we get Emily Dickinson for the close: "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tunes — without the words And never stops at all."
Amy has a bad dye job and a new brother with helpful survival tips. Morgan with teh sexism: JJ believes Sarah because she's a mothers. Prentiss points out the obvious. Hotch buys the case and Garcia is looking very dapper in green. Nice touch, making Sarah's chart mirror Garcia's. Great reenactment with Prentiss standing in for Amy's mum. Polo necks are on trend in BAU land. Some people in the support group resent their past being dredged up: "Wishing for your boy to come home is one thing; she threw her whole life away..." Morgan scores the key connecting clue. I like the contrast between the naturalistic makeup of the childrens' parents and the war paint of the regulars, emphasizing the emotional armour of the professionals. "It's not going to end well for all of us" Sarah is prescient. Also extremely wise and self-aware and an alcoholic mess — her scenes with Amy's mum are a delight.
Oooh, a cavalcade of creepy potential suspects. I love the we know and we know you know we know game: "Is he on to you?" "Without a doubt" Another great contrast: the UNSUB, unshaven, dated suit, balding but with a bad dye job, versus the immaculately styled and groomed Morgan. A big black hearse with fins! We're deep in fairytale territory. I thought polaroid film had been discontinued. Garcia is rarely wrong. Except when it adds drama. The final shot of the UNSUB is a thing of grotesque beauty. And we know how long Reid has been in the BAU: 5 years, 7 months and 19 days. Psychobabble. "I'm a doctor. I put my faith in facts and statistical probabilities..." Spence calls it as a win. But not for everyone, just as Sarah predicted. And we get Emily Dickinson for the close: "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tunes — without the words And never stops at all."