Stuff I Watched: Small(ville) Review
June 13, 2011 2 Comments
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I’m hardly watching any telly at the moment, largely because – shock, horror – I have a life. I’m making the most of the whole “having a life” scenario while it lasts, so you’ll have to make do with one paltry review.
Smallville: E4 (Recorded 7th June, Watched 7th June)
Finally we get to see the uneagerly awaited tenth and final season of Smallville. It’s been a long time coming, some - including me – might say that it was unnecessarily long. E4 finished screening season 9 before season 10 began to air in the US, so why have we had to wait for the series to conclude before it has been shown over here?
Well, the prolonged absence meant I had absolutely no clue what was going on. OK, I had a bit of a clue, but would it have been too much trouble to cobble a “previously on…” feature together?
It’s undoubtedly the most annoying programme that I continue to watch and I’d be tempted to give up if the end wasn’t in sight. Oh, they do so many, many things badly. This episode’s examples include: the Lex clones who looked nothing like him, several crap resurrections (death is truly meaningless in Smallville), Lois having made a Superman suit (why? how?), the return of Jonathan Kent (??), most of the acting, Oliver in baby oil being tortured by someone for some unknown reason and Chloe being swapped for Oliver in a hood. I could go on, it was virtually unwatchable.
The best thing about the show remains Erica Durance as Lois Lane, and, no, not just because she exceedingly hot. She is so much better than everybody else in this that she’s being done a disservice. Plus, you know, she’s really hot.
Anyway, it might be rubbish, but I’ve read that Blue Beetle and Booster Gold make an appearance later in the season, so there’s no way that the 13-year old me will let me stop watching.
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These are my exact sentiments. Don’t know why I keep watching it. I just want them all to die now. They should introduce some fluits, like glapes, flom Blazil to make it more interesting.
Wholesale death would certainly be my approach to livening things up. I think the idea of a homicidal chemistry teacher with a speech impediment who introduced murderous, genetically-engineered fluits, like glapes, flom Blazil would perhaps be the only way of persuading Clark to do some actual acting.