Monday, December 20, 2010

Buffy S2E8 The Fart Age

In which Giles fucked it all up. Way to go, Giles, you fuckin bitch.

The main focus of this episode is a to dig into Giles wild days of yore, when he was buttfucking demons left and right, all reckless and John Constantine style. I doubt this was an explicit homage to the blue collar comic book street mage, but the similarities go a little deeper than British types dabbling in the dark arts, specifically in that a demon once thought buttfucked by Giles comes back to buttfuck one of his friends to death. The demon and the dead friend come back to haunt Giles and almost kill hot piece of Giles-lusting ass, sexy comp sci teacher Jenny Calendar (I learned her name finally! Also, nice fucking name, slut). Then Buffy and team dork detectives save the day. Or something like that, I watched this episode a couple days ago and the specifics are a little hazy (and I obviously don’t give enough of a darn to go rewatch or look it up on wikipedia).

In other news, Buffy and Willow play a stupid game called “Scenarios that get my teenage panties moistened,” or something like that, and name a bunch of dated late 90’s hearththrobs, like Rob Lowe and Dabney Coleman, I think. Again, not like I paid real close attention.

From what I do remember, though, it was a pretty decent episode. Giles gets a quality backstory, even if it’s ripped from the pages of Hellblazer, and the bad guy is sufficiently creepy, being the possessing type that goes from host to host, making them do shitty things. One of the hosts included Jenny Marie Calendar and her delicious chicken pot hair pies. Unsurprisingly, Jenny’s massive boner for Giles deflates a little bit after all the phantasmic escapades. Oh and that creepy costume shop guy was back, who I think is also part of Giles royal oat sowing days.

Anyway, moving on.

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