Because the poster at the TVGuide.com Watercooler Blog was thinking the same thing I was, and said it much better than I could:
Speaking of Jack, it's not that I'm ignoring his exploits this hour — it's just that I'm so floored by his magnificent displays of badassery, I don't even know where to start. But here's one way to put it: Should I be at all concerned that I'm so utterly prepared for Jack to start laying waste to those around him, that the second things calm down and he gets a nice moment with Audrey, I'm vaguely anxious that he's going to smother her with a pillow? I'm sorry, you say the words "close your eyes," and that's just where my brain goes. Forcing an emergency landing at gunpoint? Of course. Leaping a fence to escape the Marines, his JackPack twisting in the wind? Perfectly natural. But, like, quiet tenderness? That's just plain unsettling.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment