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Another funny episode? So soon?

After Episode 17’s angst and heartache some weeks ago, the boys pitch up in Los Angeles for a little rest and recreation. Naturally, they don’t just relax like normal people do, but start investigating rumours of a haunted film set.

Sam may have the patent on the Super Special Puppy Dog Eyes, but this episode gives a glimpse of Dean being the real puppy dog. He just wants to roll over and have someone pat him on the back and tell him he’s doing a good job. Awww, he aims to please, this boy, don’t matter if it’s the boss-man or the ladies. Sam is looking subdued here, mainly because he had to put down his own dog-lady (woof!) recently. Also whenever Dean plays the doofus, Sam has to be the straight man and act all prissy and serious. I kinda feel sorry for Jared Padalecki, always having to play the wet blanket. He does look better and better, physically though, what with him having a bit of a tan going on and walking like the long-legged, broad-shouldered beefcake that he is. He makes poor Jensen Ackles look like a bandy-legged under-developed ape. Jensen plays up the boorish lout that he did in Tall Tales again, cramming his gob with free food and generally being an ass to Sam. Oh dear, am I starting to go off Dean? Come back Action Man Dean, I’m losing my faith!!

Anyways, the boys don’t do much here – they mainly stand around on the film set and watch the cast of the film scream and yell while the crew gets bumped off one by one, in a somewhat understated way. I was expecting more gore and gruesomeness and for Gary Cole to be more spectacularly odious and die in flaming agony and dismemberment or something. Which he doesn’t. Although one person dies in a way that reminds you of mince beef, but somehow, it just seemed kind of, meh. It’s also a pity that Cole didn’t get more screen time because I love it when he plays the smarmy, clueless boss.

On first viewing, Hollywood Babylon isn’t too bad: it had good flow and pace and moments when I hid my face behind my hands (I’m easily frightened, so that is not an indicator of how scary this show is) and a very light-hearted feel to the whole episode. But just like having a plate of greens when what I really want is a huge slab of juicy lamb, I am left unsatisfied and hungry for something more substantial. Is it because I’m itching for the big showdown in the season finale? Or I’m looking forward to the Winchester boys being hard and tough in bright orange prison jumpsuits? Do I want to see action packed gun shooting, fisticuffs, Latin incantations, angsty male looks and brotherly love instead of all this idiotic tomfoolery? YES! YES! YES!

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