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Supernatural Spoiler Warning:

Last night as Tia-bobia and I went to town in the MOV.  (Mormon-assault-vehicle) Also known as D’s minivan.

Anyway, we went to watch Supernatural with Admiral Fubar at his dorm as we usually do on Thursdays nights.  He has his new roommates now and we hadn’t met them yet.  And I must say – they were pretty hot.  Young. Too young.  But certainly worth staring at. 

Halfway through the episode one hottie came into the living room in just his towel, and a blazing red face.  Evidently, he’d locked himself out of his room and needed Admiral Fubar to go get the RA to let him in.

I said, “There was no need to get dressed up for us.” To which he blushed and stammered and hid behind the wall peeking his head out like a turtle to insist “this has NEVER happened before”.

Aside from that gem of a moment, (young hot college guy in a towel) Mmm. I’m a lecherous old woman.  We watched what I fear might be one of the last good shows to go belly up in awhile.

I thought last night was a good episode – but there was something so very wrong in the chemistry of the two main characters.  Dean and Sam Winchester played by Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are brothers in this TV series of demon hunting and mini-horror stories.

This episode “Hunted” was written by Raelle Tucker and had a little of the trademark edginess of the first season, and some of her previous episodes, but still the story has morphed into more of running evening drama than the fantastic short movie style the show broke ground with.  While this isn’t a deal breaker– it’s a bad thing in the regard that its center focus is Sam and the “plan” supposedly being enforced by the big bad demon.  This central focus, I think, has a limited lifespan as there can only be so many episodes where we watch Dean try to rescue Sammy without the audience getting bored by the constant replay of a dynamic that refuses to evolve.

Last nights episode was the first time I’ve been let down by the actors, not only as their characters where unusually flat, but their performances were not chemical.  I felt no anxiety for the dramatic situations of the “boys” and while I was interested in the outcome – I couldn’t help but wonder if the actors were bored with the dynamic also.

Tia-bobia chewed her lip on the way home and sat quietly in the passenger seat of the MOV before finally blurting out, “Do you think they’ll get picked up for a third season?”

“Oh, Honey.” I said sympathetically.  I know full well she loves the idea of the show.  She loves the concept and the last time I saw her fall in love with a show, Firefly and it got cancelled, it broke her heart. “I don’t know.  We should hear in the next few weeks.”

“They aren’t gonna make it, are they.”

“I don’t know.”

They simply can’t at the speed they’re moving.  X-files, a brilliant and amazing show, maintained its intensity and the dynamic of the characters by expressing lots of diversity in the storylines.  I worry that the death knell of a show happens when tunnel vision occurs and the writers and actors are “written into a corner” with nowhere to grow.  Unless Supernatural shifts the focus of Sammy and the demon into a secondary or even tertiary plot – they will run out of road.  Unless they introduce new and expressive characters with their own arcs and interactions – we, as an audience, are going to get tragically exhausted with watching Sam and Dean and the car every week.  Don’t get me wrong – they’re great eye candy, they’re fun actors and usually charismatic enough to want to watch for an hour each week – but even I have my limits.

I hope Tia-bobia doesn’t get her TV heart broken.  I, on the other hand, have had my TV heart broken again and again – so I’m getting used to it.