”Heroes” recap: A new good-guy team forms
Okay, let me begin with ”About &$%!-ing time.”
After seven weeks of fits, starts, and stalling, things are beginning to come into focus. Sides are being chosen, the stakes are being raised, and Hiro is finally back at home. (And while we’re talking about Hiro, does anyone know what he said, in Japanese, over the Japanese title right before the ”previously on Heroes” recap? It’s too late for me to do advanced linguistic research, but I’m curious.)
I’ve read the comments on the message board, and I understand that some of you are looking for a recap of the episode you’ve just watched. To that, I say: Tough. Pay attention to what you’re watching. I bring you analysis. Not a play-by-play.
Now, while this episode was a marked improvement over the ones that came before, I still got an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Once again, a decent handful of heroes have joined forces, inside Company headquarters, aiming to take down the big bad. New York City is a shell of its former self. Oh, and in the words of Bob, ”There’s a storm coming, Dr. Suresh. Claire Bennett is the key.” I understand the concept of recurring themes and circular storytelling (and I have seen Battlestar Galactica enough to understand the ”everything has happened before, everything will happen again” concept), but to be repeating ourselves so baldly, and so quickly, isn’t heartening.
Oh, yeah, West is a total stalker-psycho boyfriend. They make movies about dudes like him, and they usually end with the pretty blonde lying in a pool of blood. He infiltrated Claire’s house against her wishes to plant insidious waffles and then, later in the episode, blamed her for setting a trap? A headstrong, hormonal teenager with a superiority complex? At some point, and soon, he’s turning to the dark side. I’m guessing three weeks from now, especially since he’s crazy scared of the elder Bennett.
According to the future New York City survivor-processing bloke who’s deep in dead bodies, ”Yeah, it’s been a tough week.” Understatement from the front lines of the viral wars. Through Peter’s eyes, we learned more about the disease that would ravage not just New York but the world. (While it’s nice that we’re now playing for the whole bag of marbles, I still wish the producers picked a different city to stand in for humanity — like Los Angeles. Which is right in their backyard and wouldn’t require crappy green-screening or dodgy set decoration.) The thing that bothered me about Peter this week is the come-and-go nature of his powers. In Ireland, Peter can move armored cars with the flick of his wrist, or shoot lightning from his hands with a harsh glare, but in the future New York, he can get pummeled by clean-suited bagmen — and Silkwood showered — with nary a spark. Good thing he got that mommy-mind-meld thing going, to help him get his memory back. (Or is he just reading her mind and borrowing her memories? Interesting. What if he does that to someone who’s lying?)
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