Brilliant ep. Just breathtaking storytelling. I don't know how long I can survive this bipolar rollercoaster though.
When it's brilliant, it's just otherworldly good, it's chills after chills. It's like watching Lost's "The Constant" and the pilot in one, for the first time again. It's as if John Locke's hatch banging episode culminated in Charlie's "Not Penny's Boat" hand against the window and we all knew and didn't know everything in-between, all in the same time.
But when it dives into Damon's drivel, oh.. my... god...., the flashbacks of the wasted years on some purgatory bullpoop, all the freaking hours of fist clenching at Michael's never flipping ending whining "Waaaaaaalt!" "Waaaaaaalt!" and months of watching Shannon's blobby pouty face in every second scene and for what, for what? That's when you realise you are entrusting the core of this story to the man behind Girl With Dragon Tattoo's octopus baby. And resulting pteromorph. And all the magic black goo of Prometheus.
And that, my friends is too much of a fine line - this is the type of screwed up writer who at the very end can leave us to the endless watercooler talks about the divine and unexplained, but more often than not his unstable mind tends to leave us with Kevin Garvey waking up in the middle of bamboo garden, with some stupid dog beside him and it all turns out to be a dream he had while dying from a wound he received because he just had to run in a straight line....