I apologize for a lack of a recap last week. Life got in the way.
Most of what I have to say about last week can be heard here. But if you don’t want to listen to an entire podcast, the gist is this: GET BACK, LORETTA! Now here’s this week’s recap.
We’re going to start with the scene that broke my heart before moving on to the scene that ripped it out. This interaction between Boyd and Ava highlighting Ava’s insecurities and Boyd’s frustrations was a kicker. We knew it was only a matter of time before these two were pulled apart by more than just some iron bars. Her distrust is not completely unwarranted. How do you trust a complete scoundrel like Boyd? But their connection has been the anchor holding them down for several seasons now. It hurts to watch them crumble.
Because Ava’s not wrong to doubt, is she? We saw the germs of this in last week’s episode. Mara has an allure that is undeniable. I quite like her as a character in her own right. She’s smart and tough and intriguing. But as a crowbar meant to separate Boyd and Ava? I boo. I hiss. Because how can we not see this…
…as anything other than a mockery of a sham of a shadow of this?
While the symmetry is artistic, it also makes Boyd look absolutely terrible. How can he strip off in that same bar and not think of that earlier moment with Ava? The deep connection and bond they made forged by shared experience and celebrated by shared flesh? I’m disappointed in you Boyd Crowder. As for Mara? Well, she better hope Ava doesn’t have a skillet handy when she gets out of the clink. Ugh, this tragic mishandling of a shirtless Boyd almost entirely wipes out all the credit earned by shirtless Raylan. Almost.
Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on to better and brighter things. Like the Rachel and Raylan Roommate Show! How fantastic was this? So much Deputy Brooks sass, so little time. She was absolutely correct in calling Raylan out on his fluid moral code and his terrible taste in women. Because, let’s face it, Alison may not have had anything to do with the break in (other than the fact that she was a target of some ineffectual bullying) but she did light up in front of Raylan. Being from California myself, I don’t see this as a huge character flaw. Then again, I’m not going to smoke in front of a law enforcement official. What do we think of Alison? Is she bartender Lindsay 2.0? Or is her fluid moral code (all, allegedly, in the service of the greater good) a perfect mirror for Raylan’s?
Speaking of mirrors, what unlikely twins Boyd and Dewey Crowe make, beset as they both are by their wretched cousins. Who would you rather have on your case, Cousin Johnny or Cousin Darryl? I’d pick Johnny, myself, he usually ends up being fairly hapless in the long run. Cousin Darryl, on the other hand. My he has a mean streak, some scary henchmen, a refined palate for café con leche and working knowledge of both business management and composition. (Who knows when that will come in handy!) So I wouldn’t want to be poor Dewey Crowe right now, pinging haplessly from one big bad to the next. And do we really think he has it in him to murder Wade? I certainly don’t.
Exactly how many times has Charles Monroe tried to choke a b*tch? He seemed to have that move down to an art. I thought Gloria was a goner twice. Also? Gloria, friend. You’re going to dump him now, right? Rampant racism and excessive douchebaggery is one thing. But we draw the line at smothering, don’t we? No amount of koi is worth that.
Is Boyd really going to try to pull off a dead body gambit? AGAIN? Did he learn nothing from the Delroy incident? Did he even watch the Sherlock premiere? I haven’t heard a plan this bad since, well…
Nobody. So many fake outs, no actual deaths…yet. Tick tock, Wade.
Deputy Marshal Rachel Brooks and Deputy Marshal Tim Gutterson Line Count
Rachel=TOOOOO MANY TO COUNT!!!
Tim=NOT A WORD.
I’m actually not fond of the p-word in most contexts, but Boyd Crowder sells it.
“Cousin Dewey, you worrying about me like you my bitch. You my bitch?” — Darryl Jr.
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