Growing Season It remains to be seen if there will be any alterations, but the preview clips from season six have given us a title card perhaps loaded with more depth and imagery than ever before, if not outright Supernatural allegory and thematic recapitulation. Green, the first thing we see, and what sense does this…
There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car — no, the most important object — in…
It’s called Supernatural, so of course magic is everywhere, even quotidian one might say, the highways and byways of America full of pointy-capped Gandalfs spreading joy and expensive special effects. Forgive me being painfully and uncomically glib, but I’ve rewritten this intro at least 79 times so let’s get right to the heart…
The Universal Language Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, the immortal Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart carefully advised another immortal, Franz Joseph Haydn, to not visit England. “Oh, Papa, you have no education for the wide world.†To this concern the elder master replied, “but all the world understands my language.” I’ll grant…
Fan- -atic. (or Doric. Groans and stares.) -dom (or sub, if that’s your gig.) –fic. (or I’m Not Going There.)
Hey man, is that Freedom Rock? Bonus points to any of you whipper snappers out there who get that reference. This edition of listmaking concerns not the best rock and/or roll tracks to have graced Supernatural, a different proposition altogether, but those used most deftly, their sound and fury complimenting and/or embellishing the on-screen action…
Two-bit carnie acts Unlike those beloved one-night stands (a pox upon thee, Sam, for killing my Casey. Jerk.), these lesser (in screen time only, of course) lights, quickies, if you will, generally have little-to-nothing to do with advancing the plot. Their raison d’être? A memorable chuckle, chuckles. There are exceptions of course, which is why…
Would you like some croatoans on your salad? Few things strike terror in the fragile human psyche like a virulent, unstoppable plague. To this day, nearly seven centuries after the event, say the words ‘black death,’ and I’d wager most people know what the hell you’re referring to. In our Western high-tech age, we are…
What’s love got to do with it? Bonjour, ladies and gentlemen, it’s that most wonderfully magical time of the year when the ladies once again lament the loathsome state of their gentlemen because said gentlemen aren’t genteel or generally thoughtful enough, thus leading to relationship gangrene. Or so the multimedia Hallmark commodification process would have…
Cooler Than Hepcat Helm Despite being an industry veteran who had worked on shows that I viewed once upon a childhood, including Charlie’s Angels (ah, Jaclyn Smith, cue heartfelt yet manly sigh, where was I?), Kim Manners initially entered my consciousness via The X-Files, first through the comically occulted Die Hand Die Verletzt (see, never…
Hey, I remember you from The X-Files, Mr. Character Actor. You’re right, it’s all gonna be okay; for us viewers with such a stunning introduction, not your mandible. I spy with my mind’s eye blood and shattered bone and the start of one of my all-time favorite episodes, the hilarious and mythologically important Simon Said….
Come December, Cleveland is like virtually every other Western city; glowing strings of red, green and gold are threaded through the barren boughs lining downtown streets. Except that here, one also strangely finds two unorthodox troupes of very bright blue huddling around the veterans’ memorial and the northwest corner of Public Square. When the dark,…
