Dark Angel
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It's a shame about Ray

Man, this show is ass. Every time I watch it, I'm reminded of all the promise, the hullabaloo, the brouhaha as it were, and my disappointment bites at the back of my throat like cheap wine. Okay, not really, but I wanted to wax poetic and sort of weltschmertz for a moment, you know? I mean, the show is ass, but I kind of like it that way. Anyway. This episode opens with Cap'n EO working feverishly at his computer. I feel a kinship with him. I have an iBook, he has a G4 cube; I'm hot, he's hot; he's obsessed with stuff, I'm obsessed with stuff. You see the parallels. Number 2 (that's the bodyguard) chides him for working too hard, and also for trying to bail on his dinner date with Max. Some bantering back and forth about the nature of dating, male-female relationships, et cetera. The bile rises uneasily up my esophagus, then settles again when the conversation ends.

And cut to Max's apartment, where she is lighting candles and watching her roommate finish up a tricolore(?) sauce that will "make Logan [her] sex slave." Max insists that they don't have "that kind" of relationship (um, especially since he's paralyzed from the waist down, yo), and the roommate gives her a Knowing Look. Cap'n EO -- oh wait. I almost missed a choice mockery moment. Jesus, I'm getting slow. It seems that Max broke into the Italian embassy to obtain a bottle of cold-pressed extra-virgin olive oil. Oh. My. Fucking. God. She's got electricity in an "abandoned" squat, she drinks good imported beer like it was freaking Budweiser, she and her friends always have styling clothes, and yet it's a big deal that she got freaking olive oil. This point is made in every recap, but every single time it amazes me. Gawd. To continue. Cap'n EO wheels in just as Kendra is scooting out, and he's all business. It seems he decided to come to dinner, but couldn't leave his bummer friend, Obsessive-Compulsive Workaholic Tendency, back at the League of Justice. Max blithely ignores his business-talk frou-frou and concentrates on pasta and wine and such. Good girl. But Mister Bag-of-Downers has to have his way, and he wrestles Max back to the somber issue of Bad Guys like an Australian wrestling an alligator. (Nice image, huh?) Once he gets the point across that he's not going to eat her purloined olive oil, or anything cooked in it, she gets really pissy and sour, and makes a tremendous production of being mad at him without actually telling him. For a long time.

So the Bad Guy portion of the plots goes like this: there's a guy named, uh, Bronk (or something like that) who's selling stolen blood that should be given to hospitals for folks in need of blood. And this makes the Cap'n angry. So he takes Max out to some airfield, which is purportedly Bronk's lair, and asks her to do some recon. His source has told him that Bronk has very little security, so it should be an easy job. (That, my friends, is known as foreshadowing.) Max cat-burgles (geddit? She's part cat -- ha ha) her way into a hangar, and is happy to discover...a jar of bubble gum? Yes, bubble gum. And many other accoutrements native to teenage girls. Hmm. (This, my friends, is known as a plot twist.) No blood at all.

Max gobbles some gum, then gets herself discovered by the night guard when she pops a bubble. Lulu has pointed out before that Max may be one of the world's worst thieves, so I'll just leave it at that. There is an action-packed sequence full of actiony action, and Max outruns many bullets, then jumps onto the tail of a plane that's taking off. She hops off the plane just in time to sproing over the security fence, and promptly falls face first into a big ol' puddle of mud. HA! HA HA HA! Ahem. Max looks as chagrined as I feel smug and pleased, and believe you me she is not taking any guff from the Cap'n. Oh, wackiness, you never grow old.

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