Q: What could be better than Rich Dotcom finding religion?
A: Rich Dotcom finding ALL the religions. And wearing every single one of them, all at the same time.
Oh, yes. After a very quick flashback (because “nobody likes a prequel”) to the dark days when he was still calling himself “Gord” and wearing tracksuits, Blindspot’s incorrigible, irreplaceable MVP floats back into FBI HQ, toting skull cap, rosary, monastic robes, travelling library of holy books and generally beatific expression, to help the bemused, outwardly irritated (but secretly delighted, don’t even pretend, you guys) Team Tat stop one of his old schoolfriends doing something very bad-with-a-capital-B, and giving us yet another episode that’s tremendous-with-a-capital-T in the process.
Given that something more than offering Kurt a Bible (HEE) is called for, it’s time to get the band back together again, albeit Boston Arliss Crabb, the increasingly irate yin to Rich’s yang, is somewhat less serene about being dragged in to try and reclaim past glories. But even Boston knows better than to get in the way of everybody’s good time. And a great time it is, except for the unfortunate Jane who’s stuck trundling around with Nas and the tantrum-prone Roman on a magical mystery tour of Shepherd’s apparently extensive property empire, which need not concern us because Roman is the worst. And because the only thing he bloody remembers is killing REDACTED, which is going to help precisely nobody, FFS, Roman!
Thankfully, the episode doesn’t waste much time on Angry McStompyFeet, though, or even on Reade’s burgeoning drug habit, so I don’t need to. Back to the main event: there’s a Secret Society party to go to, and Jane may be busy, but Kurt and Patterson (who is “OK,” apparently, after last week, although as Kurt points out, “an OK person doesn’t collapse at work”) aren’t, which means that it’s time for a glorious twist on Unpopcult’s favourite tv trope. Yes, it’s “pretend we’re a couple” time again, with the reluctant Patterson pairing up with nemesis Boston, and the equally reluctant Weller teaming up with the utterly gleeful Rich himself.
HEE. If I narrated every hilarious moment of Rich’s date with “Meat Trophy” Weller, I still couldn’t do it justice, but, suffice to say, Ennis Esmer is riotously funny once again, and Sullivan Stapleton is clearly having a ball of a time sending up Kurt’s usual grumpy persona as a result. As is the rest of the team. That it all winds up with another homage to my beloved Speed is just the custard on the crumble. How many ways can I say it? Another Rich Dotcom ep, another triumph. HURRAH!