The O.C.

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Keckler: B+ | 756 USERS: B-
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Stating The Obvie
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Previously: Dr. Neil told Sandy that Griffin was being investigated for "certain improprieties." Seth smoked pot and...wait...smoked POT?! What has happened to this show? I know I haven't watched much of this season, but Seth smoking pot...makes sense, actually. Not good sense; not "what a neat twist" sense; but "Season 3 of The O.C." sense. Kirsten drank again, but refused to use her alcoholism to blackmail Sandy. It makes sense, really, because telling Sandy would just get him upset and ruin the enjoyment of slamming down good glass of Central Coast Chardonnay. Seth wrote out all his misdeeds on a cocktail napkin and promised Summer that he would never lie again, but if he did, she could give the napkin to his father. The cocktail napkin is a thoughtful medium of confession, actually, because after Sandy finishes crying over his son he can blow his nose on it. Seth is such a snot. Summer, pissed off about Anna and Brown and so many things, dropped the cocktail napkin confession off on Sandy's desk before going to prom with Hayase and then regretted it. Marissa's prom date, Volchok, smoked pot, and made out with a date that was not his own. Ryan comforted Marissa peaceably, but later went off to defend her extremely dubious honor with his fists -- which were all the more furious when he learned that Volchok stole the prom money from Taylor Townsend's purse.

Ryan beating Volchok to a stubbly, pulpy mess is what segues us from previouslies into the episode of the evening. The camera angles get all fragmented and wavy and cold-lit, as Ryan crouches breathlessly over Volchok's inert body. Some severe close-ups try to take us into Ryan's head. Ryan reaches over to gently -- bit late for the soft touch, Ry -- check Volchok's pulse. Ryan barely touches him, when he becomes fascinated by the blood all over his knuckles. Wandering through the living room at this point, my husband proclaims Ryan a "pathological puncher." Ryan gets up and drives away in Volchok's behemoth of a beach van, while Bloc Party tells us, "If it can be broke than it can be fixed," which is a pretty good summation of this show, I think. I hope. Ryan winces at the lights of oncoming traffic, but finally pulls up somewhere and painfully puts the car into park. He rips open the back doors, and looks sickened at the sight of Volchok. The sight of Volchok is enough to sicken anyone, but our Ryan is more sensitive than that, and he's clearly sickened by what he did to Volchok's ugly mug. Irritated that no one at the hospital notices them, Ryan bellows, "Can I get some help over here?!?" An orderly comes over to help, and asks whether Ryan saw who beat up Volchok. Doesn't the orderly see the blood and cuts on Ryan's knuckles? Maybe he's not used to people bringing their human punching bags in for repair, and just assumes Ryan was helping to fight off the gang responsible for turning Volchok's face into steak tartare. As Ryan pauses, considering coming clean, Volchok mutters that he got jumped and that he didn't see who did it. Ryan warily looks over at the police, who are finally checking out the scene with interest, as the orderly says that they will want to question Ryan. Volchok tells Ryan to meet him at his place the next day: "This ain't over." Ryan looks repulsed because he realizes Volchok wasn't being noble for not turning him in. When the orderly looks up and doesn't see Ryan, he asks Volchok, "Where's your friend?" "He's not my friend," Volchok corrects him. Ryan, standing off to the side in the shadow of a car, hears this and tries hard not to feel hurt.

The O.C.

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