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Feb. 21st, 2009 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyThoughts about SPN 4x08, Wishful Thinking.
The episode as a whole had some seriously problematic elements to it, but I'm not going to go into that right now because I was left with some very serious concerns about one character in particular, and I really need to talk through them in order to square myself with SPN.
I was distressed enormously, see, by the giant suicidal teddy bear.
My first issue, I confess, is the fact that my brain came up with the term 'fluff spatter expert' with absolutely no input from my rational thought processes. No doubt said expert would be some kind of Dexter's Lab action figure... but that's irrelevant.
What upset me was the part at the end where the small child walked past at the end and nodded at Dean, clutching to her chest her faithful teddy bear with an inept band aid over the HOLE in the BACK OF HIS HEAD. The wish, then, was not entirely reversed as it was with Hope and Wes, where Hope forgot she had even known his name. No indeed, the continued existence of the physical evidence of the teddy's despair hints at a far darker truth; that the teddy bear still has his personality, his mental illness, but now has no means of expression. What hell on earth is this?
Clearly the only solution is a reality in which the bear is able to recall the spark of life, the particular flavour of magic that allowed him life and speech and articulation, and is able to access it on occasion - call it full moon, why not allow for tradition? - in order to right the manifold wrongs with the world today. A vigilante, if you will. A warrior for good in fluffy bear form.
And, one day, he saves the Winchesters' asses.
*nods*
There. Now isn't that better?
The episode as a whole had some seriously problematic elements to it, but I'm not going to go into that right now because I was left with some very serious concerns about one character in particular, and I really need to talk through them in order to square myself with SPN.
I was distressed enormously, see, by the giant suicidal teddy bear.
My first issue, I confess, is the fact that my brain came up with the term 'fluff spatter expert' with absolutely no input from my rational thought processes. No doubt said expert would be some kind of Dexter's Lab action figure... but that's irrelevant.
What upset me was the part at the end where the small child walked past at the end and nodded at Dean, clutching to her chest her faithful teddy bear with an inept band aid over the HOLE in the BACK OF HIS HEAD. The wish, then, was not entirely reversed as it was with Hope and Wes, where Hope forgot she had even known his name. No indeed, the continued existence of the physical evidence of the teddy's despair hints at a far darker truth; that the teddy bear still has his personality, his mental illness, but now has no means of expression. What hell on earth is this?
Clearly the only solution is a reality in which the bear is able to recall the spark of life, the particular flavour of magic that allowed him life and speech and articulation, and is able to access it on occasion - call it full moon, why not allow for tradition? - in order to right the manifold wrongs with the world today. A vigilante, if you will. A warrior for good in fluffy bear form.
And, one day, he saves the Winchesters' asses.
*nods*
There. Now isn't that better?
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:54 am (UTC):D :D :D