26.1.11

If You Meet The Buddha on The Road

So Fringe returns from the void of winter. Honestly, it had been so long I had started to wonder if it was ever coming back. And then I almost forgot (okay, I did forget) that it was changing days to the Friday death slot and nearly missed it altogether. 


But it was worth the wait. A story line involving Christopher Lloyd and a time travelling man from 1985 (sound familiar, folks?), Walter at his adorable best at the start of the episode and some mean tension and progress from Peter and Olivia. Really, when it comes to building the UST, Bones needs to take a lesson from Fringe. A quote from Peter's favourite book:


"You can't make anyone love you. You just have to reveal who your are and take your chances."

Which is appropriate, given the circumstances. The pain between the two of them is palpable, and Anna Torv has gone from being stiff and wooden at the start of season one, to being subtle and nuanced and completely impressive. She creates a believable and layered Olivia. And Peter, well....he's Peter. My Pacey love is endless of course, despite his stupidity at telling Olivia how much more miserable she is than her parallel counterpart. Good one, boy. 


So, questions. Will Peter and Olivia open up to each other enough in order to find their way back to some sort of level ground? What will happen to Peter now that he has ingested the Milk of Death? Will this is some way influence his story with the Machine from the other side? Can we do away with the MOTW format and just stick to the slow reveal of the main arc? When will John Noble win an Emmy for his astounding portrayal of two complex men? 


And, most importantly, how depressing is it that we simultaneously discuss the Emmy-worthiness of the actors and ponder whether or not the show will get cancelled? An episode called "The Firefly" on a show moved to the place that Firefly went to die? Lets hope not. Get it together Fox!

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