Monday, March 2, 2009

Hours 11-12 HOLY CRAPOLA!

Maybe, just maybe...

THE BEST ACTION-PACKED EPISODE OF ALL TIME!



These episodes kicked...



The entire two-hour arc was really quite riveting.



Was it me, or did some of the underwater "Let's start in a far-off African country; sneak halfway across the globe undetected; manage to evade Homeland Security, the FBI, and rogue ex-CTU agents long enough to throw ourselves in the river; and use an extra-large drill to burrow up through the floor of the Oval Office" shenanigans seem a little TOO 1980s James Bond-ish?



Other than that underwater stuff coming straight outta Jonny Quest...



...the fast-paced two hours really rocked!

You know, nothing says "Let's have a calm, above-board conversation over tea and crumpets..."



"...about the top-secret information you're keeping from me," like REPEATED TASERINGS TO RANDOM EXTREMETIES!



So, the new 24 Mole from Hell...


(seen here ingratiating himself to some unidentified senator)

...is Ryan Burnett.



Ryan's evilness is second only to this guy's...



...who obviously should've stayed home with the 18 Brangelinamuchachos...



...instead of bringing the civilized world to its collective knees.

And what about Agent Walker doing all that behind-the-scenes kick-butt grunt work?



...with some Navy SEAL stuff thrown in there for good measure.



Apparently, she's made of treated wood.



Jack will discover just how "treated" her "wood" is later when they inevitably end up in each other's arms in a shed behind the White House, after Renee has been cold-cocked in the head by one of Juma's thugs.



One thing better not happen. I get the sinking feeling from watching the previews that something tragic's going to befall someone close to Jack. Hopefully it won't be Bill Buchanan or Aaron Pierce.

THEY BETTER NOT MESS WITH OUR BILL OR OUR AARON!

If they do kill off Bill or Aaron, fair reader, you know what we'll have to do. We'll have to send Fox's Los Angeles headquarters a VERY STRONG MESSAGE:


(Put on your U.S. flag wraparound skirts, faded black stirrup pants, ill-fitting summer-weather London Fog overcoats, orthopaedic Hush Puppies, and your giant ophthalmologist-approved over-glasses sunglasses, and GET READY TO PICKET!)

God willing, Bill's hair will protect him.



And perhaps Aaron will be saved by his connections...and I do mean his LOVE connections...to a former First Lady!


(seen here in a secret meeting with current President Taylor, former President Wayne Palmer, and oddly, Dixie Carter)

Speaking of President Taylor...WOW! GREAT acting chops!


(seen here, OMIGOD, about to be strangled by evil Senator Hodges, right in front of an oblivious yet bearded Frank Tramell, a cheerful yet turtlenecked villain Juma, the dead yet propped-up and reassembled corpse of Carl Benton, and a VERY distracted yet drunk JACK BAUER! Nice tie, Jack.)

Next week, all hell breaks loose. Shall we place bets that somehow, somewhere, in spite of EVERYTHING, you-know-who shows up?

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