Monday, March 01, 2010

Day 8, 1:00-2:00 AM

Ooo... we get "Sexual Situations" this week!

The terrorists are going to use their rods to make a dirty bomb. Could that by the sexual situations?

The president wants to schedule a briefing. Cause that's what I was really missing when she wasn't in last week's episode -- more briefings.

The Chief of Staff doesn't seem to realize that it does no good to slam a phone down when the other person has already hung up on you. It's even lamer when it was on speakerphone, so you have to pick it up to slam it down.

Seriously? Farhad sat in that one spot for half an hour, and couldn't wait the literally 15 more seconds for CTU to arrive?

What the hell is going on here? CTU arrives on a scene without setting up a "perimeter," and Jack's only lead is about to die on him without a "dammit!"

The dirty bomb could render parts of New York uninhabitable for 40 years. You know, more parts than are already uninhabitable.

Seriously, what possible explanation can Cole and Dana come up with for leaving the office during a crisis for two hours?

They're reporting a false story on Fox News? Get out!

"Marcos?" (Polos.)

Why did they get Mare Winningham for this tiny little part?

A little kissing on the bed? That's it for sexual situations?

When is being the Chief of Staff for the President of the United States not challenging?

When Hassan says "Madame President," it kind of sounds like "my damn President."

Jack and Renee are trying to share a moment. But we all know how "chatter on the comm" kills a mood.

Chloe's gonna do whatnow to the detonator? I've never heard such technobabble!

Because a bomb vest is involved, this is one problem Jack won't be able to shoot in the thigh.

Okay, seriously... this Owens guy looks so young, I think 24 had already started airing when he was born.

The vest is in a DDR configuration? So the disarm sequence is what, left arrow, right arrow, up, up, down...

Marcos goes out the window, even though it would be pretty much impossible to throw your own body at a hospital window hard enough to break through the glass.

Finally! A "perimeter!" I think we might have to investigate new additions for the 24 drinking game. ("Intel reports" would have been a good one this episode.)

The bomb's disarmed. NOW would be the time for that thigh shooting!

Marcos locks himself in, and now we get a sense of why we got Mare Winningham to play his mom. Wait next week for the "we have someone who wants to talk to you" scene...

Ah, at last, there's the sexual situation. In a tiny box taking up just part of the screen.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

my anticipation for the continuation of the Dana/Cole disaster is belayed while they clean up the mess. those two have obviously not watched any CSI episodes they are leaving evidence everywhere. at this point they need Dana to create more new identities so they can both start their new lives together somewhere else.

I liked how the computer files did not load in time for Farhad to point out the bad guys. finally some realism even though his getting shot was completely un-realism.

I would have preferred a comic scene as the hospital window would not have broken, but TV-windows are made out sugar or something. I did like the seemingly randomness of him locking himself in whatever that thing is. when the kid pulled the table leg off to lock the door, I thought he was going to put it up to his neck and fall-on-his-sword.

the mole

Anonymous said...

Yeah, the Farhad-getting-shot moment was lame, lame, lame. I understand his need to die in order to further advance the plot (if you're a lazy writer) but why did it have to happen that way? The terrorist could simply have found him and shot him while he was trying to run away. But no: he had to get shot because he was too scared to stay put for a few seconds more.

"DDR configuration": I *knew* you were going to have a field day with this one. :)

And seeing Mare Winningham like this really reminded me that I'm no spring chicken myself anymore. She's change quite a lot since St. Elmo's Fire...

FKL