John from Cincinnati: His Visit: Day Two Continued
(S01E03) Let that be a lesson to you, young padawans. If you're going to get pierced downtown or any other place the sun don't shine outside of Saint-Tropez, it could come back to haunt you given any major religious experiences... or bonings.
I'm bestowing this episode with the alternate title "Burning Sensation." Everything came to a head in a massive montage of sizzle - Kai's piercings, Butchie's implants, Vietnam Joe's shrapnel, Ramon's pea soup spillage and Palaka's hand.
I love this kind of stuff. I spent a couple of years following around religious pilgrims to earn a fancy pants anthropology degree. I read a ridiculous number of books about people's religious experiences and theories of existential connection and liminality. Since this is a TV blog, I'll spare you the better part of my navel gazing, but there's something kind of beautiful about all this oneness at the margins. But, is there anything more beautiful than Dayton Callie?
I have a few ideas for some John from Cincinnati spin-offs. First up, there's the Ramon, Lawyer Dickstein and Barry show. They make a hilariously motley crew. Luis Guzman's delivery of the line "I'm half deaf from the leaf blower" alone would have made this episode worthwhile.
But, the show I really want to see is the Steady Freddie show. He'd just sit in his car listening to Sarah Brightman and commenting on whatever was going on outside. His sidekick Palaka would come by with coffee every once in awhile. I hope these guys are going to be series regulars. They're damn funny. Freddy even got the night's best line, "Retired cops don't get my name, what time it is or pissed on if they go up in flames." And, yet, he's so compassionate. I heart Freddy. I just don't want him to break my hand.
As for the other performers, the jury is no longer out on De Mornay for me. Chica needs to take it down a notch. I know it's a tough role. She's got to be the worry warrior - the bitch from hell who's been hardened by pulling everyone back from the precipice over and over and over again. I appreciate the character, but De Mornay's shrillness is unbearable.
The weakest component of this show, aside from De Mornay's histrionics, is Mitch and Cissy's failing marriage. I really don't care about this relationship and that's a problem seeing as the Yosts are at the center of the show. This universe literally revolves around them. Every other character on this show is either trying to protect them or exploit them. Why? Because they were good surfers once? Closer to God? It would be more convincing if they were at all tolerable as human beings.
Shaunie is the exception, of course. He's the innocent, the real thing. And, now, he's a walking, talking, halfpipe-skating miracle. The last image of Shaun skating with that amazing song (anyone know it offhand?), the flashbulb and John's "See God" incantation was especially well done. This show has had some amazing set pieces in its first three weeks. The Sarah Brightman-accompanied escape from the hospital, Shaun on the half-pipe, episode one's freak-out in the Snug Harbor parking lot. I know this show has proven to be a weird and disconcerting little adventure, but I feel like it came together in a satisfying way this week. I'm in.
As for next week, it looks like everyone's starting to connect the miraculous dots. I'm glad someone finally acknowledged that John has magic pants. I've gotta find out who is tailor is.
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