Thank heaven Lang is dead. While he was still around, I couldn't think about anything but how awful he was. Sort of like the Dream Curse, only it was the Lang Curse. When Jeff expressed pleasure at Lang's death, I felt that he and I were kindred spirits. Scary, huh?
The scene before the opening title of today's episode is a favorite of mine. When Julia walks around the sofa touching each of the knobs, it feels to me as though I'm touching the knobs, because that's the sort of thing that I do. Then after the opening title, Vicky attains the ultimate in cluelessness when she says to Julia, "I didn't know you smoked." And Vicky wonders if something might possibly be wrong. I love it.
The episodes in the past few weeks have been interesting to me because Barnabas describes the vampire's craving for blood more than I remember him doing it at any other point in the series. I really start to think about what it means to feel that craving, to the point where you don't care about what's right or wrong; all you know is that you have to have blood. Fresh blood. With maybe a little paprika to give it some zing.
I enjoyed the scene between Stokes and Julia. Two intelligent people talking. Nice. And Julia about to explode. Lovely.
Ding, Dong, Lang is DEAD!!!
