“Let [Scott] be the hero of his Black and White World. Real survivors, you and I, we live in Shades of Grey.”
Ah, sweet Moral Ambiguity! It’s a touchstone of every supernatural tale. After all, these characters live in a world where monsters have the capacity to be heroes.
Heroes sometimes turn out to be monsters.
And, no matter how much evil you’ve done, during the course of your lifetime, your character’s likeability is almost always directly proportional to how good you look with your shirt off.
Come to think of it, that’s pretty much true of every show I watch . . .
“Fireflies” saw four of the series’ main characters struggle with issues of morality. Derek, Allison and Chris Argent each grappled with their instincts toward self-preservation, and shielding their families from harm, versus an obligation to protect innocents, and serve a cause greater than themselves.
As for Stiles . . .Poor Stiles! Not only has his sixteen or so years of chastity left him incredibly sexually frustrated . . .
. . . now it might actually get him killed!
What’s worse? Stiles responsible decision to get a condom last week, might have actually ended up killing his old friend from PRESCHOOL!
Geez, writers! What kind of messages are you sending these young impressionable Teen Wolf watchers?
Throw in some very smart fireflies, a couple of very unlucky in love lesbians, and the worst place ever to store a school supply cabinet, and you’ve got yourself another banner hour of Teen Wolf, wolfbangers!
Let’s review, shall we?
[As always, special thanks to Andre for the kickass screencaps. He truly knows how to capture the hidden beauty of dead virgins . . .]
Thug Bug Life
In a town comprised of werewolf packs, suicidal cats, servile psychopathic lizards, and kamikaze birds, it doesn’t surprise me at all that Beacon Hills has a Bug Mafia . . .
If nothing else, the first two scenes of this episode illustrated that the insect organized crime contingent is a force with which to be reckoned . . .
It’s 10 p.m. Do you know where your children are?
Because rest assured, if I was a parent of young kids in Beacon Hills, mine wouldn’t be allowed to leave the house after 5 p.m., at least until they turned 30. I’d use straitjackets if necessary . . .
The moon is high in the sky. Two young kids we’ve never seen before (and, most likely, will never see again) are “innocently” catching fireflies in jars.
It would be an adorable and relaxing scene, if we didn’t remember what show we were watching . . .
Sure enough, here comes the Big
Bad Boyd Wolf . . .
Hey, did they change Boyd’s Wolf Look, this week? He’s looking a bit more Mr. T than usual. Perhaps, they’ve been feeding him this in bank jail . . .
Run into the poorly constructed shed, kiddies! It worked for the Three Little Pigs! Oh . . . wait . . . nevermind!
Boyd is just about to say, “I’ll huff and I’ll puff. And I’ll blow your house down.”
But then he decides, “Screw it.”
He lifts up the dinky shed, and tosses it aside like yesterday’s trash . . .
Fear not, kiddies. Help is on the way! It’s that stealth band of fireflies you captured, and nearly killed, coming to your rescue! (Talk about a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome!)
While Boyd is literally distracted by shiny objects, the kids make their getaway.
“I’m sure it’s perfectly safe to hug this strange man we found lurking in the woods late at night.”
Elsewhere in the woods, a pair of amorous young lesbians on a camping trip aren’t quite as lucky . . .
Not to criticize or anything, but if you knew your significant other was deathly afraid of snakes and bugs, why oh why, would you choose, THE WOODS, of all places, as the locale for your first sexual encounter?
Gee Lover, is that a hideously disgusting spider crawling out of your crotch, or are you just happy to see me?
A couple of voyeuristic bugs appear on the side of the tent (Free Porn!), and the ill-fated (Emily?) is out of that tent, faster than you can say, “Are you a top or a bottom?”
Very smart, Emily. You found a couple of bugs in your tent, so you decided to run outside WHERE ALL THE REST OF THE BUGS ARE!
What happens next is pretty darn disgusting . . . but also oddly impressive. An entire swarm of creepy crawlies completely engulfs poor dumb Emily and LITERALLY MAKES HER DISAPPEAR . . .
Just like the scene with Heather, I’m pretty sure hallucination was at play here. Last week, whatever took Heather, used her fear of broken bottles and glass stabbed bare feet to lure her to the window, where she was promptly snatched up. This week, the same supernatural force seemed to use Emily’s fear of bugs to lure her outside her lover’s tent, using the classic “divide and conquer” strategy.
It’s what happened after that, which confuses me a bit . . .
What kind of creature has the power to make a person evaporate into thin air? And why wasn’t the same thing done to Heather, who was bodily yanked from her home by something that, at least based on Heather’s expression, was at least partially corporeal?
We all remember, from last season, the Stilinskis’ trusty rule. “One times an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern.”
Pattern . . . here we come!
Omigod, you killed a Jonas Brother! (You bastard!)
You know, everyone assumes this season’s serial killer is committing its crimes, because it hates virgins. But maybe it just really, really didn’t like Camp Rock 2.
Poor Lydia! Apparently, all her screaming has given her just as bad of a headache as it’s given all of us . . .
She calls out to her mom, to tell her that she’s going to the pharmacy. But her mom, of course, doesn’t answer.
No surprise. I mean, this is the woman who failed to notice her daughter had a tatted up man in her bed, on the first day of school.
My new theory is that Lydia’s mom is actually dead, and has been for quite some time. I think Klaus from The Vampire Diaries killed her . . .
En route to the pharmacy, Lydia ends up taking a detour to the local pool, where the lifeguard is still on duty . . . sort of . . . This is how you know Jeff Davis and co. have pretty sick senses of humor. You see, this “guard” may have been a pro, when it came to guarding chastity. But guarding lives? Not so much . . .
“If only he had screwed me. I would have turned into a Real Boy just like Pinocchio.”
Lydia immediately calls Stiles for help . . .
. . . causing Stydia fans the world over to cheer . . .
As for Stiles, he’s just jealous that she dialed 911 first. Damn those pesky authorities!
Stiles may have missed that first call. But he’ll be damned if he lets some slimy 911 police escort walk his lady up to her bedroom . . .
That’s a job for Stiles, and Stiles alone . . .
The writers tease fans into thinking Stiles wants to ask Lydia a “Relationship Question,” when he really just wants to know why she still seems to be drawn to dead bodies like a firefly to a rabid werewolves face . . .
Stiles and Lydia both wonder if Lydia is being controlled by Peter again. But I’m pretty sure this a red herring. On one hand, I do believe that Lydia’s “connection” to dead bodies
Banshee . . . she’s clearly a banshee. is what enabled the then-dead Peter to possess her, in the first place. However, the kills she was drawn to last season, weren’t Peter’s kills, they were the kanaimas. Likewise, I’m pretty sure this season’s victims were murdered by something other than Peter . . .
That said, there does seem to be some connection between the fear hallucinations the victims are experiencing prior to their deaths, and the hallucinations the Scooby Gang experienced at the party, care of Lydia’s Mysterious Wolfsbane Juice . . .
Speaking of jumping to conclusions, Stiles immediately assumes that the Lifeguard was murdered by rabid Boyd and Cora. So, he warns Scott, that the two must be taken down, ASAP, or more innocent people’s lives will be at risk. Though Stiles’ conjecture ultimately turns out to be wrong, the assumption that Boyd and Cora are already cold blooded killers is necessary to make the rest of this episode work. It raises the stakes, and makes the characters’ decisions seem bolder and more impactful than they would otherwise . .
Werewolves and Hunters Unite!
Poor Isaac! The guy has been chopped up, freeze-dried, nipple fried, and pretty much tortured in every way imaginable, these past two episodes, for the sake of “the team.” And he’s still seems to have red shirt status, among his ever dwindling pack . . .
Scott doesn’t even consider Isaac to be “real help,” when it comes to subduing Boyd and Cora. Then again, perhaps, that has something to do with Isaac’s insistence on wearing that oh-so-fashionable scarf, on the escaped werewolves trail. This is Werewolf Hunger Games, not Project Runway, honey . . .
Still . . . I must admit, the scarf does look pretty damn good.
Anywhoo, Scott suggests the wolf pack commandeer expert werewolf hunter, and erstwhile enemy, Papa Argent to help with the search. Derek doesn’t think its a good idea. So, he lingers behind Scott in his new, uber intimidating, Soccer Mom Minivan, to make sure Argent doesn’t try any funny stuff.
“Pimp my ride, please?”
Come on, Derek. You’re 24. What’s with the 45-year olds car? At least get an option for a sun roof, so you could stick your head out the window, while in wolf mode?
Isaac hopes to use these precious in-car moments with Derek to talk about their “feelings.” Needless to say, it doesn’t go well . . .
Though his attempt failed miserably, I respect that Isaac tried to get Derek to open up about his sister, Cora. If anyone can relate to have complicated feelings about your blood relations, it’s the guy whose dad used to shove him in an icebox, but suffered an untimely death, due to lizard mauling …
As for Papa Argent, after giving Scott a warm welcome . . .
I’ve seen that facial expression somewhere before . . .
He tells his daughter’s ex,
who his wife tried to have killed, in no uncertain terms, that he is OUT of the hunting business. Of course, as Papa Argent is about to learn, the werewolf hunting business is like the mafia. Everytime you try to get out, THEY PULL YOU BACK IN . . .
. . . you know by casually getting you to drive by teenage corpses, wearing purity rings . . .
Now comes the educational part of our program, where we learn all about hunting werewolves in the woods . . .
. . . you know . . . just in case any of you viewers have an interest in taking on that sort of career. (By the way, was that Papa Argent’s full time job? I wonder what one gets paid for catching-but-not-murdering-unless-they-REALLY-ask-for-it supernatural creatures that most of the world doesn’t believe exist.)
In other not important to anything other than this show news, did you know that fireflies in California (at least the ones not involved in insect organized crime) don’t typically glow? They have no “fire.” I guess that makes them just . . . you know . . . flies.
Scott helps out the cause by putting little strobe lights everywhere (Because werewolves like disco?), and doing completely random flips in the air, for no logical reason whatsoever.
But at least he’s not doing that ridiculous crab walk thing anymore.
As for Allison, having been traumatized once by chilling in a cleaning supply closet with this . . .
And again by learning that her mom nearly succeeded in murdering her boyfriend . . .
Allison decides to cope with her Massive Case of the Sads, by doing what she usually does when she’s feeling blue . . . namely shooting up sh*t . . .
The difference is that NOW she’s shooting sh*t for GOOD, and not for evil . . .
Perched high above the world, Allison uses her bow and arrow to lure Crazy Cora and Boyd right into the Scooby Gang’s trap . . . an “empty school.” You know, because the Scooby Gang has had so much luck battling baddies at the school, in the past . . .
Isaac notices Allison’s handiwork, and is impressed . . . almost impressed enough to lend her his awesome scarf . . . but not quite.
They kill Virgins, don’t they?
Back at the hospital, Stiles makes a not entirely unexpected, but still massively depressing, discovery . . .
Dylan O’Brien knocks it out of the park in this quiet moment that is truly heart wrenching, yet understated, and oddly beautiful . . .
A lesser actor would have chewed the scenery here, breaking down into loud sobs. But Stiles knows that emoting won’t bring his friend back. And he doesn’t feel as though he deserves pity from Scott’s mom, who happens to be with him at the time, or anyone else. I imagine a part of him might even feel partly responsible for what has happened . . . and wonder whether he could have somehow prevented it . . .
Yet Stiles doesn’t dwell on these things. Instead, he composes himself quickly, and focuses on the matter at hand. Upon examining the two dead bodies, which, by the way, just seem to be lying around the hospital . . . Stiles immediately determines that the way in which they were killed is inconsistent with a werewolf mauling. Rather, the deaths, both of which having resulted from a blow to the head, a strangling, and a gutting, seem almost ritualistic.
And then, of course, Stiles figures out what these two sorry corpses have in common . . . THEIR ADVERTISED VIRGINITY.
That’s right folks, in Beacon Hills the new rule of to live by is apparently f*&k or die . . .
Sure enough, our poor bug hating lesbian is revealed to be a virgin as well . . . a dead virgin.
“Is it Friday yet?’
Though virgin sacrifices are nothing new in horror fare, they actually fly in the face of the teen slasher trope of virgins being the sole survivors of the story. The sluts always die first . . .
Needless to say, I’m betting Poor Stiles wishes he was in a slasher film right about now . . .
MTV’s Favorite Antihero Becomes More Hero (and less anti)
Meanwhile, the decidedly non virginal Peter and Derek meet outside the school to discuss the whole Boyd and Cora situation. An apt pupil of the “Save Your Own Ass” school of thought, Peter advocates letting Boyd and Cora “kill a few homeless dudes” to work off their rage. Doing this will prevent Derek from having to murder members of his own pack, in order to save virtual strangers.
Derek seems to seriously consider Peter’s argument. After all, saving his own ass first, has worked OK for him so far . . . it helped him to become Alpha.
But when the crew manage to successfully trap Boyd and Cora in the boiler room, just a few moments before sunrise, it seems as though Derek might just be able to get away without making the choice.
And he totally would have been able to do it too, were it not for two ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS PLOT OCCURRENCES . . .
(1) The new English teacher for, some reason, feels the need to hang out at school ALL NIGHT grading papers, despite the fact that school has only been in session for about two days . . . and . . . on the first day a flock of birds destroyed her entire classroom . . .
(2) Some genius thought it would be a great idea to put the school supply cabinet in the BOILER ROOM. You know .. . because it’s always wise to put large stacks of paper near things that have a tendency to EXPLODE and/or CATCH FIRE . . .
So, long story short, Mrs. McDamselinDistress winds up locked in the boiler room with a very hungry, very pissed off Boyd and Cora.
What’s a Sexy Derek to do?
Ultimately, Derek does the “right thing,” by allowing Boyd and Cora to tear him from limb to limb, so Professor Future Love Interest can live to inappropriately text her students another day . . .
Then, this happens. And suddenly, I feel like I’m watching a commercial for Axe Body Spray . . .
So, yeah, it’s pretty obvious these two beautiful people are eventually going to bang one another. And I’m glad, for the sole reason that Derek Hale is simply too pretty NOT to be getting laid on a regular basis.
Of course, right about now, getting Stiles laid is much more important. Screwing Stiles has officially become a matter of life and death. So, what do you say, Wolfbangers? Anyone ready to take one for the team?
Next time on Teen Wolf . . .
See ya then,