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I really want to like Eleventh Hour, and I do, but I'm not sure how long my enjoyment will last, because there are only so many cases of industrial skulduggery one can take before the plot gets stale. I thoroughly enjoyed Hood this episode, but I'm far less enamored of Rachel. She gets more wooden and unlikeable every episode, and her presumptuous attitude about how Hood is coping or not coping with his wife's death irks me.
"Don't make this about your wife, Hood."
I'm sorry, but I don't care what drives him to solve the mystery as long as he solves it. He could make it about his wife or about his belief that God is an alien from Neptune for all it matters. Who the hell is she to upbraid him for wondering why an eight-year-old boy got a miraculous reprieve while his wife suffered an agonizing, humiliating death? As if she wouldn't have asked the same question had it been her husband facing terminal cancer.
Once again, Hood was delightfully human and saved an otherwise tepid episode. My favorite part was the scene in which he coaxed Bonnie the dog outside to do her business by shaking her leash and calling, "Peepee, Bonnie! Peepee!", as though he were offering her a million doggie dollars and a mountain of Milkbones.
C
Dear Numb3rs,
Fuck you. I love Don Eppes, but I'm tiring of his nauseating new habit of working his renewed interest in Judaism into every episode, regardless of relevance. I really don't care what his rabbi says, and it's unnecessary for Don to be spouting vague cliches in a vain attempt to be profound. Shut up and stop proselytizing. You can be an FBI agent and a practicing Jew without having one aspect of your life devour the other. I applaud you for acknowledging that there exist other religions besides Christianity, but I don't watch Numb3rs to study religious dogma. If I wanted the Don Eppes Missionary Hour, I'd go to a local temple and study there. Numb3rs is for the math and the Fedcake drama, not an evening seminar on basic Judaism. Give it a rest.
Guera
Dear Charlie,
Fuck you, too. I realize that Stephen Croft was creepy and self-aggrandizing, but he was also a human being who was trying to help you and your brother and didn't deserve to die in the alley. You're an asshole when you get on your math high horse, and last night was plain ugly. Your rigid adherence to math as the Only Way is going to get you into serious trouble one day, and I'm not going to feel sorry for you when it does. Prick.
Guera
I'm disappointed that we won't be seeing Croft again, but it was a solid episode.
B
"Don't make this about your wife, Hood."
I'm sorry, but I don't care what drives him to solve the mystery as long as he solves it. He could make it about his wife or about his belief that God is an alien from Neptune for all it matters. Who the hell is she to upbraid him for wondering why an eight-year-old boy got a miraculous reprieve while his wife suffered an agonizing, humiliating death? As if she wouldn't have asked the same question had it been her husband facing terminal cancer.
Once again, Hood was delightfully human and saved an otherwise tepid episode. My favorite part was the scene in which he coaxed Bonnie the dog outside to do her business by shaking her leash and calling, "Peepee, Bonnie! Peepee!", as though he were offering her a million doggie dollars and a mountain of Milkbones.
C
Dear Numb3rs,
Fuck you. I love Don Eppes, but I'm tiring of his nauseating new habit of working his renewed interest in Judaism into every episode, regardless of relevance. I really don't care what his rabbi says, and it's unnecessary for Don to be spouting vague cliches in a vain attempt to be profound. Shut up and stop proselytizing. You can be an FBI agent and a practicing Jew without having one aspect of your life devour the other. I applaud you for acknowledging that there exist other religions besides Christianity, but I don't watch Numb3rs to study religious dogma. If I wanted the Don Eppes Missionary Hour, I'd go to a local temple and study there. Numb3rs is for the math and the Fedcake drama, not an evening seminar on basic Judaism. Give it a rest.
Guera
Dear Charlie,
Fuck you, too. I realize that Stephen Croft was creepy and self-aggrandizing, but he was also a human being who was trying to help you and your brother and didn't deserve to die in the alley. You're an asshole when you get on your math high horse, and last night was plain ugly. Your rigid adherence to math as the Only Way is going to get you into serious trouble one day, and I'm not going to feel sorry for you when it does. Prick.
Guera
I'm disappointed that we won't be seeing Croft again, but it was a solid episode.
B
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