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The potential fiery annihilation of ten million people isn't a strong enough narrative hook to keep you involved? My, you are jaded...
I thought Claire's loneliness played out beautifully. She's the one who's changed and grown the most, I think—and she's playing a dangerous game, pretending to be mindwiped and trying to live a "normal" life with a "father" she knows to be very dangerous, whose true motives she cannot begin to guess, and with only The Haitian to confide in—and he only speaks in fucking koans. I found the tentative reestablishment of her friendship with Zach the most affecting part of the episode.
Hayden Panettiere has a remarkable face—soft features, more cute than really pretty, but with a haunted quality. She has a brilliant smile, but it's deployed seldom; Claire's happiness is either fleeting (as in her moments with Peter and Zach) or feigned (as with HRG). It's not a flashy performance, but it works.
Less so Ali Larter's Niki/Jessica, whose Smeagol/Gollum high-voice/low-voice routine quickly grew tiresome. And that last line—"Who needs God when you've got me?"—oh, man, who farted? Open a window, cos something fucking stinks in here! |
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