Shameless, ‘A Jailbird, Invalid, Martyr, Cutter, Retard And Parasitic Twin’ review: Hipsters in a dorm
March 6, 2014 § Leave a comment
“If I couldn’t protect my triplets in utero, you better be damn sure I’ll protect my twins in the real world.”
The thing about life is, and this indeed talking really Meta, there’s always a morning after. There’s always a time when you wake up, when you have time to finally process everything that’s happened. And good Lord is there a lot to recap this time.
Once again this week, us viewers feel like Fiona. We’re waking up in the same bed that we always have but it’s weird because it comes just after the very best and most powerful Shameless episode. But still, we wake up. We were eager to see where the show would take us after ‘Iron City,’ and it turns out we’re right back where we started. In our own bed, at our own house and with the rest of the Gallaghers. Now, we only need to get rid of that damn admissions bracelet. These things are always so hard to rip off, and you just can’t ever flush them down. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 1, 2014 § 2 Comments
“I brought you some Ramen, too. I’m out of cajun chicken so I brought smoked ham.”
When Fiona arrives at the Gallagher household, she’s alone as she has been during the entire hour of ‘Iron City.’ She is home, but there’s no housewarming—there shouldn’t be either, for the lone reason why she was even away is that she was in jail and had a $10,000 bail. But she is home, all alone and with a blank expression on her face. Lost in the world.
We, the viewers, are Fiona in ‘Iron City.’ We’ve watched what very well may be the show’s best episode yet—really, this was one spectacular hour of television—and we’re alone. We’ve got a blank look on our faces. We’re lost in the Shameless world.
And it’s a wonderful, yet so deeply depressing, world to lose yourself into. « Read the rest of this entry »
February 27, 2014 § 2 Comments
“If it wasn’t sex then, what was the problem? -Everything else.”
That was worse than a stomach punch. A stomach punch is unexpected and sudden, but us viewers saw this one coming from a mile away. And that we knew Liam would be the one to take the biggest hit didn’t make things easier. It actually made it worse, way worse.
The rub in the fourth season of Shameless is that while the Gallaghers are growing, they’ve mostly just grown apart from one another. They haven’t really grown up. « Read the rest of this entry »
February 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
A Texas Tech fan—who goes by Jeff Orr, and let’s keep repeating this name until he lives on in infamy until oblivion—said something to Marcus Smart during a game between his beloved Texas Tech Red Raiders and Smart’s Oklahoma State Cowboys a week ago.
Jeff Orr said something to Marcus Smart, and the sophomore responded in kind by shoving him. As a result, he was suspended three games. In this story, those are just about the only three certainties—that someone said something to Smart, that he shoved that someone, and that he’s been suspended three games. And the way that you react to this might tell us a whole lot more about yourself than you think.
February 12, 2014 § 3 Comments
“This isn’t your home. It’s where you grew up.”
It used to be that just saying you were a Gallagher would tell you all you needed to know about a person. This is how Ian’s deployment started at the season 3 finale—it’s not Lip, “it’s just Gallagher.” In season 4, nobody is so sure what it means anymore. Lip is a college student, at least for now, Fiona is a workingwoman, Debbie is something far scarier than a Gallagher (i.e. a teenager) while Frank is part-time dry-humping incestor.
The Gallaghers are growing up, and it’s fascinating to see as a viewer? What do the characters themselves think of it? « Read the rest of this entry »
January 30, 2014 § 2 Comments
“I did not get a scholarship so that I could shovel hash brown into the mouths of entitled undergrads.”
After the close call of last week’s ‘My Oldest Daughter,’ Mike should have braced for the worst. He should have known that it’s always calm before the storm—and that Fiona thrives on chaos and madness.
But we can’t fault him, really. Even if Mike had expected and been waiting for the other shoe to drop, how could he have known that the shoe would drop, and then the pantyhose would get ripped, and then the dress would be pulled, and then—“Et tu, Robbie?” « Read the rest of this entry »
January 24, 2014 § 4 Comments
“I have a quiz in 15 minutes. I need time to study.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have let Carl bring the blood samples test home, that’s probably what the nurse is telling herself. Once she sees, or rather realizes, what exactly it is that he’s holding in that bag, she probably is wishing that she had proceeded differently.
The ploy that Carl used to get a blood sample of Fiona is disturbing, gross and funny all at once—but almost adorably, it totally makes sense.
That’s the Gallagher way.