Now then. Now then, now then...
7.0
"Good"
Now then. I've been mulling over exactly what to write in this particular paragraph since about 10.30 on Thursday night, when Gretchen demanded T-Bag's release and the screen cut to black on the seventh new episode of Prison Break in a row (don't get too excited about that guys no new ep next week). First of all, I'll get the plaudits out of the way. 'Five The Hard Way' is, for the most part, an exceptionally well-written episode. It picks up the overall narrative pace dramatically, and expertly marries the A story, retrieving the Scylla cards, with one of the B stories, T-Bag's infiltration of GATE. It's good to see the show's biggest hitters thrown together once more, and the actors pull it off admirably: when Michael is held captive by T-Bag, the chemistry between the two threatens to burn a hole in your television set. There's the added bonus, of course, of this providing the viewer with some answers relating to the importance of GATE (and also, as a bi-product, Michael's illness), and by episode's end, separate strands start to be drawn together in a highly satisfying way. There's Gretchen too, of course, who thankfully hasn't mellowed in her post-Company escape and is as psychotic a crazy **** as she ever was (take for your two examples the cold determination in her eyes as she severs the throat of the GATE employee, or the malicious glee with which she cuts open Theodore's arm). And let's not forget Don Self and The General, which plays out just perfectly: the scene in the Company big-wig's office, in particular, is wonderfully thrilling. I'm warming more and more to Mr. Self with each week and am starting to be of the belief that he could be one of the show's most memorable characters. All good stuff then, and a recipe for edge-of-your-seat success and then they went to Vegas. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with the change of locale, or indeed the blatant exploitation of their presence in that locale (were all those long, lingering shots of the city really necessary?), nor do I take umbrage with Roland's little life of petty gambling crime. What I'm not too sure of is poor, poor Jude Ciccollella. While it was good to see Mike from 24 back on our screens again in some form, someone needs to fire his agent for putting him forward for the role of 'pervy homo/bizarre pimp daddy' pronto.
Right. Let's cut to the chase. A large proportion of this narrative made me uncomfortable and at first, I couldn't quite put my finger on why. There's the sleaze element to begin: the manner with which the director chooses to portray Jude's apparent sexual interest in Sucre. Now, one could make accusations of stereotypical representation here; that the show is reinforcing the notion that gay automatically equals 'fornicate, fornicate, fornicate'. But then, the narratalogical context should also be considered. The objective is to woo him and, significantly, this had already been attempted with Sara. Her flirtation, while far more subtle than Sucre removing his top, flexing his muscles and the camera zooming in on his bum, was sexual objectification nevertheless and therefore places the gay element on an equal footing. Then there's Sucre's hesitation, nay revulsion, at the notion of pretending to be a homo Perfectly in keeping with his character, I say, and also none of the other characters even batted an eyelid. So all clear, right? Wrong. Then they entered the bedroom and everything really started to fall apart. Having set up the notion of Sucre playing 'boy toy' to the gay man, they include the remark 'this is Vegas any kind of pleasure is acceptable here' (or words to that effect), implying somehow that this sort of desire wouldn't be acceptable elsewhere. Not a good move, guys but equally, not the worst they make. No, their error is in the thread's pay-off, the sudden, inexplicably bizarre revelation that actually, this guy has a wife, can't pleasure anyone due to an accident and wants Sucre to insert his manly man penis into her for gratification. What the holy mother of f**k? Let me just get my head around that again Jude took one look at Sucre, thought 'oh, my wife would love to be penetrated by that guy who keeps looking at me suggestively and is probably a raging homo suggestively looked at him in response and offered him some money to get jiggy (thinking that Sucre would believe he would be getting jiggy with him), and then threw the revelation of heterosexual lovin' on an apparently homosexual man?! What? None of this makes any sense whatsoever and furthermore, it's excessively misogynistic. "Oh yeah, I can't do the manly thing and insert something in one of her holes, which obviously she needs in order to get by, I mean come on, how can she live without having an erect penis shoved up her every day?, so come on in, enjoy the fun, f**k my woman." Honestly, if the girl is so sexually frustrated and deprived, can't she go find HERSELF some fun? Isn't she capable of winning the hearts of ex-con Mexicans who have women they supposedly loved dearly twenty minutes ago and have a child with?! (Yeah writers, dropped the ball on this character, didn't you?) Or is it just that 'sick, depraved' Jude enjoys picking up men he believes to be homo Does he want to watch? Who knows?
Certainly not the writers, one expects. The fact is, this narrataillogical U-turn stinks of being backed into a corner and feeling the need to make a hasty retreat. Heaven forbid the guy might actually have been gay and, even worse, woe of woes, that Sucre may have had do a little bit of entertaining while the card was downloading, which, let's admit and all breathe a collective, heterosexist sigh of relief, would only have been for a matter of minutes anyway (it would've constituted what, say, a small peck on the lips and maybe a bit of an ass-grab? I think I'd be willing to do that with a woman if it meant my freedom) We couldn't have that, no, so instead we have a penis-less codger with a stunning wife who must have c**k or else she'll explode. Or something. Pimp daddy Cicollella, giving his woman just what she needs. And Sucre is more than happy to give it to her: the glee with which the line 'you want me to bang your wife?' is delivered is decidedly telling: not only does it reek of rampaging, testosterone-fuelled sexism but it's treated as the moment with which the audience can relax from their supposed 'unease' with the dreaded notion of homosexuality and thank the Lord we're back to good, wholesome, heterosexual intercourse. What a f*****g relief. This almost ruined the episode for me in all honesty, and you might think that's going a bit overboard. But think about it a man being instructed to f** someone's wife by her husband is considered more 'wholesome', if you will, than the notion of two consenting same-sex adults going at it. It's a minute detail in an episode chocked full of plot movement goodness but it's one that still rankles with me now. And I'm sorry, but I can't consciously overlook it. Bye bye 1.5 points.moreless