Greetings, Fangbangers! In addition to my being away from home these past couple of days . . .
. . . another
lame excuse valid reason for this recap being MASSIVELY late is that, honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what tone to strike with this review. I mean, normally, for an episode where a character dies, but everyone proceeds to “hang out” with him for the entire hour, as if he’s still alive, I’d make a few inappropriate Weekend at Bernie’s jokes, and call it a day . .
But this is Jeremy Gilbert, we are talking about! My JerBear! One of the last few, proud, representatives of Team Human!
Well . . . at least . . . he WAS human . . .
JerBear was the heart and soul of this show . . . its Moral Compass . . .
. . . well, except for that time when he did all those drugs . . . and chopped that guy’s head off . . . and murdered that Really Nice Hybrid . . . and indirectly killed 12,000 vampires . . . and tried to murder his sister.
But other than that . . . TOTAL Moral Compass!
And though this episode was spectacular in terms of its powerfully written scenes, and the stellar acting performances of everyone involved (most notably Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder, Zach Roerig, and Candice Accola), as a Goodbye Episode for our JerBear, a character whose been there since Day One. . . well . . . I mean . . . he literally just laid there and stunk up the joint.
Think about it. Alaric got a candlelight vigil . . .
. . . Uncle/Father John got to give a poignant monologue . . .
. . . Aunt Jenna got a classy funeral . . .
. . . even those doofuses from the Anti-Vampire Council got a memorial service.
JerBear got burnt up on the couch, and was left there to rot . . .
So, I decided that, before I begin my recap proper (which I will do, in Part 2), it would only be right to include a REAL tribute to the one, the only, Mini Gilbert, the TVD Scooby Gang’s very own Scrappy Doo . . .
Jeremy Gilbert was a character with humble beginnings. Back in Season 1, he was the “tortured artist” . . . the bratty emo loner kid / erstwhile pothead who abuses drugs, and gets swept up in the “Bad Crowd” just to please a girl . . .
I think even Steven R. McQueen himself, would admit that JerBear began the show as a bit of a cliche . . . And yet, McQueen somehow managed to give this paint-by-numbers character a certain amount of gravitas that it wouldn’t have had in the hands of a lesser actor.
Things got a bit more interesting for TVD’s youngest cast member, as the season wore on. Of course, no one could forget his hatred / thinly veiled homoerotic tension with then-Alpha Male Douchebag, Tyler Lockwood . . .
But I think the real defining moment for Jeremy Gilbert came when his character got embroiled in a surprisingly sweet, and almost innocent (but not quite, because those two f*&ked like bunnies) relationship with the mysterious and alluring, but refreshingly geeky, Vampire Anna . . .
Already an orphan, and having lost his first two loves, Vicki and Anna, to vampire related death, in the course of a single season, JerBear’s life was pretty much in the sh*tter through most of season 2.
And the poor guy inadvertently made a career of getting his ass kicked, and/or getting killed / revived (thanks to a supernatural ring, and a witchy pal) just about every other episode.
Then, came the deaths of literally every guardian figure he ever knew . . .
Did I mention how the writers randomly decided to turn him into The Kid from The Sixth Sense, around Season 3?
It would be enough to make even the strongest of teenagers, curl up in a ball and never come out of bed. But through it all, Jeremy was surprisingly resilient.
Rather than turning him inward, Jeremy’s losses helped open him up to some pretty awesome bromances with Alaric Saltzman . . .
Damon Salvatore . . .
Tyler Lockwood . . .
and, most recently, Matt Donovan . . .
We’ll just conveniently forget about that snoozer of a relationship he had with Bonnie Bennett . . . you know the one where he chose to date a CORPSE over her, because that was more exciting for him . . . and us . . .
And through it all, Little Brother Jeremy was fiercely loyal to and protective of his sister . . . at least when he wasn’t trying to stake her newfound vampire ass . . .
And this season? With this whole Vampire Hunter thing? It really did seem like Jeremy Gilbert was destined for big things . . . and no, I’m not just talking about his INSANE pectoral muscles . . . thank you, for those, by the way, Mr. McQueen . . .
He also got to flex his acting muscles, as a supernatural being, conflicted by his love for his sister, and his overwhelming instinctual desire to destroy her . . .
Deeper exposition of The Boy Named Jeremy Gilbert finally seemed inevitable . . .
But alas, it was not to be . . . Damn you, Katherine Pierce . . .
. . . and FRIGGIN SILAS!
Goodbye, JerBear! You may be gone, and your rotted stinky body may have been burnt to a crisp by your now feelings-free sister, but you will never be forgotten . . . unless we’re compelled by vampires to forget you . . . or we just smoke too much pot . . .
Onward to the recap! Coming (relatively) soon to a blog near you . . .