Wow, that was freaking brilliant. For once, I’m pleasantly surprised.
For those that did not realize (and I haven’t read this from anyone yet) Andrew Dabb pulled a fast one on us. It’s pretty clever. The official name for the genre used here is surrealism, but a more modern day term is a mindf***. Okay, milder terms, a mind screw. Either way, we got something the show has never done before.
“The Heroes’ Journey” was certainly an interesting episode. As far as timing goes, it was a dose of levity after so much angst and turmoil. That said, this episode left me with mixed feelings overall in spite of the laughter and effervescent presence of DJ Qualls’ Garth.
On the surface, Supernatural’s “The Heroes’ Journey” was a hilarious break in the intensity of the brothers' lives, watching Sam and Dean fumble and bumble around like two extremely uncoordinated buffoons in a bunker! It was also a delightful goodbye to Garth, who got to save the day and live happily ever after with his wife, three children and beautiful home, complete with a successful dental practice in the basement. The underlying message of the episode was depressingly different, however. In fact, it was so defeating that I’m going to pack it away in the trunk of Baby until the end of this review. So let’s talk about the happy first!
NOW: A young bearded man with a slightly bloody face is staring straight at the camera. He is hit in the jaw and collapses to the floor. He's in a ring, surrounded by cheering people, but the sound is muted, reflecting his dazed reaction to the blow he just took. A slim young woman with long dreads in a ponytail swaggers around the ring, taunting him. He gets to his feet and swings, but she ducks, baring her teeth aggressively, confidently. The man is beaten to the ground again. His eyes flare yellowy-gold; his teeth extend. With a roar he jumps to his feet and claws at her side, drawing blood. How could she win against a werewolf? But then, a long, sharp spike descends from her wrist; she's a monster too, a wraith, armed and lethal as well. The music has incongruously changed to pleasant piano music as the two creatures fiercely battle. Surrounding them, the audience avidly cheer, many showing teeth identifying them as monsters as well. Eventually, the wraith prevails. The werewolf collapses forward onto the floor while his opponent prances triumphantly around the ring. At a distance from the crowd, a shadowed figure is seated, watching. Inside the cage the werewolf lies still, his face against a grate in the floor, while his blood obscures our view.
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