Stage Fright
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You know it’s not a good sign when your reaction to the episode you are about to sit through is “Ugh, I hate this episode.” I just don’t want to watch a whiny pop singer who got what she wanted complain about it. You want to be free? Quit. You hate being from the same cookie cutter as every other pop sensation? Pull a Mandy Moore. Sure she is not as popular as she once was, but she at least seems happy with where she’s at in her career now. And the intervention/trade in the end was just lame, including with how it was further explained by DeWitt moments after I had to sit through it. Then there is Victor reveal as a doll, which was completely anticlimactic because the press photos for Dollhouse ruined it. Finally, trying to compare the pop singer, Rayna, to a doll by having her complain about being a factory cut out and everyone’s fantasy was a little much.
The only things that saved this episode were the little things: Echo’s learning and evolution as a doll is continuing, there was a cool transition between the gunshots fired at the Rayna to Ballard being taken to the hospital in an ambulance (though there is no question he isn’t going to die), and I think the subtle parallels between Rayna’s stalker and Ballard’s neighbor were a nice touch. Does that girl just stand inside the door to her apartment just staring out through the peephole? Doesn’t she have a job or something? But the best part was when Echo smashes Rayna over the head with a metal chair. Totally deserved.
Oh yeah, and one last thing. Anyone else notice that when Echo got the job as a backup singer Dushku did a little move that I swear she did in Bring It On? Wow, I just creeped myself out with that observation… I think it’s a sign that I need to go visit the great outdoors for a little while… Eh, maybe next week.
Final Grade: C-
Quote of the Episode: Topher: Boyd? What, are you guys buddies now? Oh, God, of course you are. You both disapprove of everything. You’re gonna get married and have scowly babies.
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