Red Scharlach (redscharlach) wrote,
Red Scharlach
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Parked in the front row with a sharp no. 2 pencil

Aesthetically pleasing thing of the week, part 1: someone has designed a very cool set of alternative covers for the Lemony Snicket books, in the style of old Penguin paperbacks. He's also done the same for the Harry Potter books, but the Snickets are my favourites.

For aesthetically pleasing thing of the week, part 2, I shall simply refer you to my thoughts on Heroes 3x16: Building 26.

  • Well, volume 4 got off to a slowish start, but now things have cranked up a gear, and this week felt like a slice of the good stuff. Personally, I put this down to the return of WAFFLES: your clue to quality Heroes episodes! Of course, the Bennet dining table can always be relied upon as a source of nailbiting drama. "I liked Brown," claimed HRG, but I think he's only saying that because there isn't a college called Morally Grey.

  • Meanwhile, somewhere in a secret government facility, Nathan is trying to get funding to build his own version of Azkaban (Aznathan?) where he can lock up all the "magic" people. But where's he going to get Dementors from? I suppose Danko's already got the skeletal pallor and air of soulsucking fiendishness, so perhaps they can stick him a long robe and some built-up shoes (because, let's face it, he's a bit short for a Dementor) and cross their fingers that he doesn't trip over the edge of his cloak too much, because it might ruin the effect.

    Other potential pastimes in Building 26 include turning the heating on full blast (and to hell with global warming!), throwing darts at the pictures on the "Targets" board (Nathan awards double points if you hit anyone better looking than him), and trying to get some convincing video footage of someone using their powers, because it would save on needless personnel deaths if any more government operatives turn up looking suspicious about the entire basis for the show.

  • The jury is still out on whether the Indian wedding-stoppage story had an actual point, or was merely a chance to give the set designers something pretty to do. I get Hiro having to work out that he's a hero without his powers, but why pick that particular plotline to achieve it? "Save the possibly lesbian small-business owner from a loveless marriage, save the world" -- it's an admirable sentiment but it's not exactly a snappy catchphrase, is it?

  • Is breathing underwater the lamest superpower ever? I suppose it's quite useful if you want to win Olympic swimming medals, but the crime-fighting opportunities it offers are slim to none, unless you're desperate to put at an end to non-sustainable fishing practices. Still, young Alex is sort of endearing so I hope Claire can keep him happy in her closet for a while yet.

  • "D'you like birds?" Now now, Luke, surely there are subtler ways of bringing the conversation round to Sylar's sexual orientation than that... oh, you mean actual birds? Ah.

    Anyway, being the predictable soul that I am, I found a truckload of twisted pleasures in the Dysfunctional Duo's Not-A-Road-Trip road trip, from the instant classic lines ("Okay, technically I'm a serial killer.") to Sylar's philosophy of supervillainy, half of which he is clearly making up on the spot and the other half of which he plainly can't live up to for more than ten minutes at a time, much to his own disappointment. Then again, I'm not sure how stable I'd be if my parents had sold me as a toddler in order to buy a couple of rubber wagon wheels and a new edition of The Spotter's Guide To Grimly Symbolic Ornithology.

    Luke himself, meanwhile, is a terribly teenage mix of repellent skankiness and overexcited innocence, half chain-yanking manipulation, half squee-filled hero worship. But the pair of them have an excellent, tetchy chemistry, and that rescue scene was weirdly heartwarming -- and even, dare I say it, bizarrely romantic? (But surely they're going to end up being brothers, aren't they?)

  • Anyway, despite the enormous strain she's putting on government fuel bills, Tracy does not win the award for hottest thing of the week. That coveted title goes of course to Sylar in a SWAT suit. I'm sorry, but that is some blistering work going on there, even though I can't quite explain the appeal. Even the kneepads look good, kind of. And they'd be useful too, if you needed him to spend a lot of time on his knees for any reason (ahem). Oh, Zachary, Zachary, why are you so aesthetically pleasing? Actually, I don't care why. I just want you to keep doing it.

  • Back in Costa Verde, we find out what can really strike terror into the heart of a man with no fear: his wife in a bad mood. Yes, hell hath no fury like Sandra scorned, and HRG is tossed headlong into the murky depths of Thrown-Out Husbandland (first stop, Drunken Stuporville; please attempt to disembark before Tragic Middle-Aged Ear-Piercing and Jailbait Girlfriend City). He is fortunate, however, because before his life can sink any lower, he gets pressganged by Peter, Matt and Mohinder's male escort agency resistance cell. I'm sure they'll help him find his way back onto the righteous path. Just as long as he doesn't ask for any advice about women, because... well, what would any of them know?

  • For the moment, I'm sticking with Angela as my guess for the identity of "Rebel". After all, who'd know Hiro and Ando would be in India? Surely it must be someone with predicto-powers of some description? Or perhaps it's someone with access to Matt Parkman's Deviant Art account, in which case it could be absolutely anyone...
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