In today’s edition, Raúl will continue to respond to Mr. Lousy’s dissatisfaction with the Joss Whedon series Dollhouse. I have already addressed one complaint, uneven episodes; now, I shall proceed to a second problem: the proliferation/surprise revelations of Read the rest of this entry »
I just finished Dollhouse. I’m a little burned out on the Olympics or as NBC presents it – swimming/diving, volleyball, gymnastics and track. I can’t believe I had to go to Bravo at 6am to watch tennis. But I digress.
In working my way through a second viewing of the series Dollhouse, I believe I have now reached the point at which Mr. Lousy and I can finally now watch episodes in tandem. This might be just the right spot for our summit.
“Echoes” is one of my favorite Dollhouse episodes. I won’t say favorite because I’m re-evaluating as I make my second trip, and I don’t want to be presumptive, especially about my own tastes.
I know the episode has notoriety for its humor: everyone goes on a weird drug trip and it’s hilarious.
True and not true. There is a lot more going on besides straitlaced control-freaks flipping out on something between highly potent weed and LSD. The weaving of the comic, the tragic, character revelation, and partial exposition proves that the series could produce not only a fantastic episode, but also an episode that would move the Read the rest of this entry »