After a time-lapse shot of the sun rising behind the Golden Gate Bridge, we head over to Prescott Street, which is clogged with expensive, non-P vehicles. Around the Manor, a spiky "wrought-iron" security fence has been embedded in some painfully fake stone walls. I mean, you can see the seams where the cheaply-stuccoed flats have been nailed together. And still no one's painted that goddamned Victorian next door. You'd think they would have taken the money they so obviously neglected to spend on sets and effects and used it to hire a couple of relevant guest stars, but no. They couldn't even buy Mrs. Darryl a name. Idiots. Anyway, Cole leans against a car on the street, silently gazing at the various alterations to the house above. He's clad in his classic black-on-black-over-black ensemble, and once again I must note how tasty he looks. When news of Julian McMahon's decision to leave the show first leaked, a poster whose handle escapes me at the moment stated that if McMahon added nothing more than his gorgeous presence to the show, that was more than enough, and that if we're meant to start lusting after Brian Krause once McMahon's gone, we should all just shoot ourselves in the head. Word, Temporarily Anonymous Poster. Word. And since I'm off on a tangent, I'll wonder why Cole has yet to enter the Manor. We're to assume hours have passed since he altered reality, right? So where the hell has he been all this time? Whatever. A truckload of Latin American gardeners trundles past just as Not Candy smears down behind Cole. Cole's mildly surprised to see him, as he thought he alone "crossed over" after the spell. This, Not Candy darkly notes, is merely the first of Cole's many miscalculations. Not Candy explains that, in addition to the alternately superficial and supernatural changes to the Manor, Cole himself has been changed. He's no longer invincible, for one thing, and has in fact reverted to the Colethazor existence he led at the beginning of the fourth season. He's therefore both vulnerable and vanquishable. Not Candy begs Cole to reverse the spell and return with him to that place where the Avatars dance and sing and paint pretty rainbows on each other's faces, but Cole refuses. "I have to play this out first," Cole states, leveling his gaze on Not Candy as The Mournful Flute Of Cole Fucking Everything Up tootles in the background. Not Candy's all, "Whatever, jackass," and smears out.
Episode Report CardDemian: C+ | 335 USERS: C+
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