Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT "You're a Waste of My Fries"
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.09.2006
Commercials. I haven't the words for what I think of the impending Flight 93 movie, other than these: What do you think the entertainment industry thinks of you if they believe you'd prefer a manufactured narrative to the truthful reporting of events that aren't even five years old yet?
When we get back, LJ's managed to find Kellerman/Kravecki's address. I will say this for whoever picked out the locations: they have managed to find a neighborhood that looks exactly like the ones that Mr. Sobell's and my relatives all live in. I half expected to see Uncle Carmen leaning out the window next door to watch LJ while Aunt Edith sniped in the background, "You see that punk kid? That's why we're moving to Napierville!" Aunt Edith is right-on in this case, as that punk kid just broke into the house. I see someone else's aunt -- walking out on the back fire escape (wood, natch) is simpatico with my relatives. Someone will be calling 911 very shortly, I think. Let's hope LJ's a better runner than Sucre is.
On the inside, Dr. Sara's checking Michael into the Whack Shack. Well, given that she's looking for a man whose problems she can internalize and make her own, I'm thinking she's just found proof that Michael is the man of her dreams.
Inside the Kravecki household, LJ is picking up a bag of Tasti-Meats buffalo jerky from a big box of the stuff. "Buffalo" jerky, huh. I bet what we're looking at are the dehydrated remains of Agent and Mrs. Hale. Kellerman strikes me as having a dark side. LJ continues wandering through the house. Apparently, being part of a government conspiracy means you get to live in a classic Chicago bungalow. I totally covet the wood trim. Then Kellerman comes in the door. I love how he's got the day's mail clamped in his teeth. Who among us hasn't done that? On days when we're not stuck with a dozen catalogs, I mean.
Kellerman's going through his mail, a routine consisting of "read envelope, then toss on pre-existing stack of envelopes." He really should just read it over his recycle bin -- less clutter that way!
And then, the greatest moment that has ever happened on this show takes place. LJ wanders out of the dining room and cocks his pistol. Kellerman looks over at him, then sighs and raises his eyes heavenward. It such a beautiful moment, I have to repeat it: Kellerman looks over at the gun-waving youth, then sighs and raises his eyes heavenward. Has any gesture ever said so much about a character with such economy of expression? Could Kellerman have demonstrated such abundant sangfroid and contempt for LJ any more precisely? No and no.