NOTE - this review is for both parts 1 and 2... mainly because I am too lazy to write up two separate rants. ;)
7.9
"Good"
All right, where to start?
So my friends and I had a premiere party at Gabi's (LemonFairy) house. We were so psyched for this episode - which I think may have been one of Hart Hanson's tactics. We've all been waiting FIVE MONTHS for a new episode; it's not like we're going to complain about it too much!
Unfortunately, this episode just wasn't up to what I've seen in the previous seasons.
So the episodes starts with Booth and Brennan across the pond. Brennan is wearing her funky robes and Booth is snoring. That was pretty amusing... but then the next thing is that Brennan mentions Zack and Booth puts his two cents in, and my first though was, "Five seconds in and they're already trying too hard?" Because that's about the way it seemed. Like, "la la la, let's grasp back onto previous episodes for support!" and then it was one strange ride from then on.
So after that, we meet British B&B, which was generally bizarre. Ian Wexler and what's-her-face both kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I'm not sure why. Possibly because, right off the bat, our beloved Brennan and Booth are attempting to hide the fact that they're interested in their opposite, and vice-versa.
(Though, in a glimmer of REAL Bones, I have to give a nod to the look on Booth's face when Ian wanted to talk to Brennan. Priceless!)
And then, finally, onto the case at last. Rich, skanky girl is pregnant, the baby daddy tries to cover up, and the parents of both are clueless and aloof. Sounds like a convoluted combination of a couple of previous episodes, no?
The case proceeds, blah blah blah. The case is boring, blah blah blah. And I have to say it - did we *ever* actually figure out who killed the girl? Did we?
Whatever. The case was not that fascinating, so I was happy to move onto the second half.
And - oh noes! - Ian burns to a crisp. And then... what exactly happened after that? I can't really remember. Some guy with a tattoo and a Bronze Age dig site. A chick with an interesting haircut betrays her companion, who resembles Mick Jagger, and Brennan determines that Ian was killed with a Bronze-Age bone shard.
And that case got a solid "Eh." from me as well.
So, onto the real meat of the episode!
We have Clark Edison again, who - what is it now, the third time? - joins the crew and quits in one episode. Same old, same old. And Clark also bugs me.
Five minutes into the show, and here comes trouble in the form of Grayson... and, ah, Angela - you know that's not Hodgins (your FIANCE) that you're totally kissing right now, don't you?
Apparently not. And the drama begins...
So. Angela kisses Grayson, and asks for her divorce. Grayson makes a big fuss over it but is eventually like, "Huh, what the heck. I'll sign!"
Hodgins slugs Grayson outside the diner, as Angela walks by with Sweets (??? Why are they all just randomly walking about the same street???) Grayson dumps Hodgins into a passing garbage truck, which seemed way cheesy.
Cam offers to drive Grayson to the airport so he can leave after his much awaited five total minutes of screen time. But wait - all the predictions about Cam getting together with Grayson? Couldn't have been closer. So Cam sleeps with Grayson.
Um... well, we saw that coming, but...
So Cam is confused, and goes to Sweets for advice. In return for his generic advice to Cam, Sweets has my favorite moment of the show. She's examining someone's brain (Ian's? Who cares?) and Sweets asks to touch the brain as a reward.
*poke*
"It's squishy!"
Way to go, Sweets! I have to admit, he's really growing on me as a character. I'm not picking up on the he's-replacing-Zack vibe as much as some of you are. But whatever. So Cam randomly blurts out to Angela about her and Grayson... Angela is a little more taken-aback than would seem appropriate... and then it was pretty much downhill between them from there.
So Angela and Hodgins randomly walk around on a street outside the diner and make out. Grayson watches. In a completely blatant metaphor, a bunch of cyclists ride by and ring their bike bells (as previously referenced by Angela as she mentioned that bells rang the first time she kissed Grayson. And she mentioned this to Hodgins. Um, BIIIIIG no-no there, Ange.)
Then we skip back to B&B in England, where it was revealed that Pritch (*barf*) was sleeping with Ian. Brennan was not (because Booth thinks she's special! :D) which made for a pathetic attempt between the two women at female bonding.
Back to the snooze-fest - I mean, the case of Ian Wexler's murder. Some stuff happened. Didn't really pay attention.
So, cut to Hodgins and Angela eating at the diner. They decide, based on what has happened so far in the episode, that they did not trust each other and would attempt to solve the problem by blaming each other for what was happening - and then be all, "Aw, screw it, let's break up!"
...
Okay, then.
The last attempt to save the episode was not bad. Brennan somehow solves Ian's murder, not that it was compelling enough to pay attention to, and she and Booth are enjoying a last English meal before they go back. ("Let's leave before anyone else dies.") Pritch makes Booth a junior knight, which was pretty awesome. I'm hoping we'll see that ribbon hanging in his office sometime soon.
And the very last lines were totally squee-worthy. Booth offers Brennan his arm, and she replies, "Thank you, Sir Seeley." That was the second-best moment of the show - she hasn't ever called him Seeley to his face! It was a major turning point. Not to mention that he followed up by calling her "Lady Temperance" - and, let's face it, don't you smile to yourself every time Booth calls her Temperance? I know I do!
So. There were a lot of ups and downs last night. The cases were - sorry, Hart! - boring. The character drama in between seemed kind of overdone and weak at the same time. I'm not really sure what to say.
I'm just hoping that Hodgela get back on track, that B&B don't get together too soon, that we see Zack again, and that Hart and the gang were just a little rusty after such a long hiatus.
I'm crossing my fingers.