Episode Report Card Erin: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Careless Memories
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.12.2002
Is it wrong that Formula 51 looks like a whole lot of really bad fun? Samuel L. Jackson in a kilt? Robert Carlyle in ANYTHING? God. Me and my fetish for Scottish men. It really must be stopped. Oh. My. Lord. Viggo? Is that you? That fedora looks fantastic on you! And you're wearing a pink shirt! Oh, honey! You're about as easy as a nuclear war! I love you! Mmmm...whipped cream and a kiddie pool! Girls on FILM, baby! Girls on FILM! Oooooh...
Sorry. I just had to take a break there for a minute or ten. Mmmm...Julio! Bring Mommy a fresh pitcher of Mambos and a damp rag! Mommy's keyboard is sticky with whipped cream and champagne!
Right. Syd's scrambling at the rocket. The launch guys are scrambling at the controls. Sark's scrambling at...well, at nothing, actually. He's as cool as a Thai cucumber salad. Dix wants Syd to abort the mission, but she manages to complete it with seconds to spare. She makes it down to the duct with about forty seconds left on the clock. Always thinking ahead, Syd parked her "luge" facing out, probably foreseeing that she was going to have to make a run for it. She launches herself onto the "luge" and then launches the "luge" down the duct.
And the rocket launches itself into the air.
Smoke and fire billow through the ducts, just inches behind the "luge." Sorry to keep using the quotes but, like, it's so NOT a luge, and I just can't bring myself to keep typing "skeleton" because it looks so very wrong. Syd blasts out of the ducts just ahead of the explosion, whips off her spicy red hood, and informs Dix that she'll meet him at the rendezvous point in ten minutes.
Sark watches the launch with grim satisfaction as Syd exits the lobby, her spicy red hair perfectly coiffed again. Guess the drag queen's hairstylist rode up in the elevator with her. Syd hands her pass to the receptionist. "Did you enjoy the launch?" the receptionist asks. "It was a thrill," underplays Syd, channeling Pierce Brosnan.
Back in Hell-Lay, Will walks up to his car and retrieves an envelope from the windshield. The note inside orders him to go to a parking garage behind a bar and grab the elevator. Well, it's either a mash note from a more aggressive secret admirer, or it's the CIA coming to call.
Will follows instructions well and winds up in an elevator with Vaughn. And I have to agree with the posters on this one -- Will? Not so hot with the clean-shaven look. We all apparently dig our Will with a certain amount of facial scruff and a lack of hair gel.
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