Hmm. After a couple of weeks off (not quite enough time for me to miss her, but there we go), Bozo’s back on screen and – terrifyingly – starting to sound quite sensible. The only possible explanation for this is that everyone else at Crackpot Loonylands is so demented they make her look sane but that’s an even scarier thought so let’s not dwell on it.
The hands-down scariest thought of the entire week and possibly the season, mind you, is the revelation that the Prolethian farm is one man’s personal propagation playground: for reasons best known to himself (because I don’t need any more things to freak me out) Henrik has been artificially inseminating all the women of childbearing age there, including his own daughter, with his own sperm. So, yes, all the kids in crazytown are his, his wife’s out recruiting more “broodmares” to add to the current herd, and Oh Dear God I’m going to have to stop talking about this now because EWWWWWWWWWW.
Bozo’s made of stronger stuff than I am, though, so she finds a way to deal with the Henrik problem that doesn’t involve closing her eyes, putting her fingers in her ears and rocking in a corner. I suppose I could say “Go, Bozo!” but it’s all so horrible that “No, Bozo!” is what I really mean. I understand the eye for an eye motif – or “i” for an “i” since we’re talking insemination – but is it wrong to wish she could just have shot him instead? In the gun and bullets sense, that is, rather than the giant needle in the unspeakable place one?
I say again: EWWWWWWWWWW.
I’m sure much of this is meant to be played for laughs – Helena certainly seems to be enjoying herself – but I was too grossed out even to giggle.
Also meant to be played for laughs, meanwhile, is Alison and Donnie trying to bury Dr Leekie under their garage and, in fairness, that’s a lot less unpleasant even if it’s more a mildly entertaining diversion than the super-hilarious super-fun the show seems to think. The unfortunate Vic, sent in by the appalling Angie, sticks his nose in, of course, and it’s nice to see Donnie finally getting a) a clue and b) a spine as a result, even if the sex scene means seeing a tad more of Donnie than is strictly necessary. Um…. bygones!
As usual, though, the episode’s best stuff is all about Sarah and the Blessed Kira. Once again, the teensiest person on the show proves to be the best and the bravest, and the scenes where she undergoes the bone marrow procedure with poor Grumpy distraught by her side are genuinely moving. I found myself properly tearing up. And flinching because – again – GIANT NEEDLE.
The high point of the episode comes towards the end, however. Sarah and Delphine are consumed with worry for Kira and Cosima. Mrs S is distracted by her ridiculous new hairdo. (Girl, pigtails? At your age? On guard duty? Come on, now.) And since Rachel is the only one firing on all her devious, evil little cylinders, she easily manages to manipulate them all, pulling off an utterly audacious, brilliant twist which is both completely shocking and completely not in the sense that I never saw it coming but of course it always was. Where next week’s finale will take this particular storyline, I have no idea, but I’m really excited to find out.