beginning | blinding torment | boils | lies | making me bitter | evil compounds evil | blah blah bity blah














Hulk mad.









Oh, the shippers are just not amused with this. Not at all.








Shoot him! Shoot him!




 


Angel 5.5: Life of the Party

 

I’ve read that a lot of people hated this episode. It was too close to Something Blue, too offensive and degrading to the characters—Gunn peeing over everything? Too…too. Therefore I find it funny that I sort of enjoyed it more than any other episode this season. I mean, if you ignore much of Spike’s hanging about until the empath overkill kicks in—oh, I’m not ruining anything by telling you that something wacky kicks in here, am I? Good. Anyway, once that kicks in, and he’s all giddy with cheerleader rah rah goodness, I don’t even hate him! Whether or not I despise Spike is my new barometer of how good an episode is! So woo! Go team!

Lorne, the empath, has had his sleep removed so he can run day and night, doing really important things like planning parties and soothing celebrities who have sold their souls. Something, I’m amused to note, that Lorne doesn’t really seem to give a rat’s ass about. Of course, I’m only assuming souls were sold, since that seems to be a generic clause in W&H contracts, but I could just be reaching, ya know? Anyway, he’s up all night. He’s up all day. And once in a while he gets really pissy, but he just grasps his green forehead in pain, breathes deeply and probably imagines Numfar doing one of those dances he does so well, and then his perky little self is back.

It seems, and we don’t learn this until the end of the episode, that when an empath has his sleep removed, that the empathy goes on a wacky rampage. It takes on a life of its own, and its life very much resembles the Incredible Hulk circa the late 70’s TV series, but with Lorne’s horns and taste in clothes. This hulking green ball of empathetic anger is actually Lorne’s bottled-up psychotic ire—so hey, basically it is the Hulk. Anyway, it goes around killing people at the party that have made Lorne angry. You wouldn’t want to make Lorne angry. You won’t like it when Lorne gets angry--as the two demons the Lorne-Hulk took apart can attest to. Or could, if they were still alive. If they were ever alive in the first place. Which I’m not really sure about…this whole demon business is pretty tricky, isn’t it?

But don’t cry for the dead dead demons, people. For one wore a coat made out of Pylean skin and the other wore a human face, a la Leatherface, as his Halloween costume. He was going as a human. An honest faux pas, I’m sure—maybe K-Mart was all out of human faces and he really needed one to go with his argyle sweater vest, but still. Lorne took offense. And so he had to die. It’s a shame, when demon infested parties spin out of control, isn’t it?

The party, by the way, is W&H’s annual Halloween party. A real whiz banger of an affair, as it is every year, or so we hear from Knox, who shouldn’t know because supposedly the Beast killed every last employee of W&H months ago, but hey. It’s Knox. Who cares? This year’s party’s outlook is bleak—Angel’s not into showing his evil customers a good time, Fred’s probably too much of a bleeding heart to allow the cow sacrifice and none of the evil people want to come anyway because they think Angel’s just going to kill them all en masse once there. A valid fear, evil people. A valid fear.

Lorne’s solution to the pesky “how can they gain their evil clients’ trust if they won’t come shake their groove things and get smashed with the new regime” dilemma is to whine until Angel agrees to go see some pure demon royalty dude with him. Angel has to go, see, to promise to the demon Lord’s face that he won’t kill him and that it’ll be a rockin’ good time. With some understandable mistrust, because chipper Angel is way eviler and scarier than brooding Angel, the Lord agrees to come. And if the Lord comes, everyone else comes! Or so Lorne’s sleep-addled logic would have us believe.

Somehow this proves to be right. Lorne then spends a good amount of the episode suggesting things to people. The quirk being that since he’s sleep deprived, his empath ability not only manifests itself as a reject from an old TV show, but somehow also takes over and makes the suggestions reality—just sort of go with that, okay? One would think that W&H’s sleep-removing techs would know these really important things about empaths, but they’re probably evil and thought it would not only be a great way to stick it to the new boss who keeps killing them, but it’d also make for a really funny story to tell over a sacrificed goat or something at the party, so once again, run with it.

Lorne’s suggestions are vaguely as follows:

Gunn was told to mark his territory, ergo Gunn goes around peeing on everything (because he’s down with the big cat in the sky. Get it? Get it? Also, he pees on the boss’s chair! Which is fraught with deep, deep meaning! He wants to be the boss! He thinks he should be the boss! Oh, the places this peeing on things could go!)

Fred and Wes are to cut loose and enjoy the shindig, so these two socially inept kids get crazy and drunk without drinking anything and do what appears to be a drunken bunny hop/conga line. Poor Wes, Lorne left out get laid.

Angel is told to lighten up. Or something. Anyway, he gets all super psychotic happy and nice and into the swing of things at the party.

Angel and Eve are jokingly told to get a room, so they go do it like drunken rabbits in Angel’s office.

Spike is told to find the fun, sunny positive attitude they all know he has deep, deep, deep, deep down. He,  naturally, chooses to manifest this by behaving like a cheerleader on crack, sis-boom-bahing everything from the music to Gunn peeing on Angel’s chair.

Knox is told that he’d love to work on some weapon and ends up missing the party to work on some mystical grenade bomb thingy for Angel so everyone else can enjoy the party. Ah, Knoxy.

Wackiness, naturally, ensues. As you can see. Everyone eventually charges into Angel’s office and interrupt the sex. Somehow the pieces fall into place and Angel disburses everyone to take care of things while he has more sex with Eve. Wes and Fred find Lorne’s sleep and restore things, but not before we are put through yet another awkward scene of Wes’ continuing obsession over Fred and Fred’s continuing not to get it by asking him what he thinks of Knox. Wes is, of course, crushed. Wes is always crushed. The man really needs a new theme before he ends up with a restraining order and jail time.

Anyway, everything’s sorted out. One of the dead demon dudes that Hulk!Lorne killed was a body guard of the royal demon dude, and so things really looked kind of iffy there for awhile and they almost had to kill Lorne to restore the peace, but then it turned out that those wacky demon dudes like a spot of violence at their hootenannies and so no one else had to die. I really think this plot contrivance has gotten our wacky heroes, nay--champions, out of an ass kicking one too many times, but I suppose of all the plot contrivances this one makes the most resembling any kind of sense, so I shouldn’t be too bitter. And for the record, I do not want my Knox dating Fred, but if it’ll get him more screen time I suppose I’ll have to make my peace with it.

Or at least try to.


pee pee.



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