Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Last Tanga In The Paris Commune
By Jacob Clifton | Season 1 | Episode 6 | Aired on 04.22.1999
Aeryn stares at Rygel, who seems to be frozen in some kind of apparatus, and also wearing a diaper. She asks if he's for sure still alive, and Pilot snits that he's in "cryostasis" and that he "should be fine." Aeryn snaps off a little bit of Rygel's moustache, and Pilot clears his throat and "strongly suggests" she keep her hands off "any of his other protuberances." Um. Okay? But that's getting too close to the tech fear, this tiny moustache fuckup, so she tells him to do it himself and she'll just take off. Pilot explains that the scanner is ancillary to Moya's systems and he can't access it, and Aeryn offers to move the clamshell for him. So much fear, such deft denial, and for what? Because all this "you could be more" is nice in theory, but even something as small as this, to someone as rigid as Aeryn, is a jump off a cliff into nothing. No, it's tech stuff: it's off the cliff and into garbage. "Please, Officer Sun. I will instruct you through the process."
John is convulsing and wiggling around sickly in the Murphy bed when D'Argo and Zhaan get home from work. D'Argo hails him in that creepy, joyful voice, and Zhaan pulls up a chair. John says he's happy to see her, and admits that he's been barfing all day. She interrupts him to say that she is sorry he wasn't out in the fields with them. "D'Argo was right, it's an absolutely wonderful place." The sickness of the worm turns into sickness of his friends joining cults: "Not you, too?" It's not played for laughs, it's very awesomely played very hardcore here. Fucking seriously? The accent comes in: "No damn way. You're not going to do this to me." She smiles and deflects, he begs and shivers. He points to her hands, and she grins. "The dirt and grime of an honest day's labor, John. It feels so good." D'Argo brings her some hippie clothes, and they mutter to each other about how comfortable these new hippie clothes are going to be. As opposed to her usual confining and uncomfortable garments? "This diaphanous potato sack dress is soooo much more flowing and relaxing than the identical diaphanous potato sack dress I was wearing before!" John continues to beg Zhaan for help, and comes close to admitting the whole worm issue -- which, you remember, will get him killed -- until D'Argo comes back out with another set of clothes, and then just drops it. Both of them staring at him, so happy. It's rough. Why does D'Argo have women's apparel and men's clothes in various sizes? Why? "It is provided," I guess. John takes the clothes and they head out for the celebration. "It's a rest day tomorrow!"