Roswell unwatch - Heatwave
Jul. 20th, 2010 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficSo it's a heatwave, which means everyone is hooking up. Look, I live in Texas. Heat isn't all that sexy. Trust me. There are smells and sweats… I won't get into it. But a heatwave is not the magical sex pollen Roswell would have you think.
Michael and Marie open the episode by trying to devour each others' lips. Man, three episodes and these two have gotten further than Max and Liz have all season. Maybe the show should be about them. Even if Michael does look like an anthromorphized Sonic the Hedgehog.
Alex complains to Liz that she won't tell him what's going on, take 2,021.
Alien superpower of the week: Isabella turns Liz's nail polish blue. They can do that, but they can't heal a stroke?
Also, Liz asks how Isabella is able to date so many boys but keep things from being serious. Well, because she's a skank.
Isabelle crawls into Alex's dreams (did I complain about how the aliens can do this to anyone they have a picture of? How is that remotely scientific? What if Alex has an identical twin? If he got plastic surgery, would you no longer be able to enter his dreams?). There, she finds that like most teenage boys, he's dreaming of taking her to a fancy dinner, dancing with her while the 90s equivalent of Evanescence plays, and telling her that she's beautiful on the inside. Don't get your hopes up, Isabelle, a DVD boxset of Project Runway is straighter than him.
Blahety-blah, Liz tells Alex about the aliens in the most roundabout way possible -- would someone who grew up in Roswell really find it that hard to explain, to the point of not being able to use the word "alien"? -- and he... thinks she's crazy? Believes that she believes? Has a reaction of some kind? In the next episode, he's fully convinced that there are aliens, so I have no idea what the point of this is. I mean, he's not the slightest bit curious/concerned that his best friends are either insane or have discovered that we're not alone in the universe? What the fuck kind of life does this guy lead? "Oh, aliens, ho-hum... sorry, I'm a little bushed from having lunch with God."
Michael and Marie open the episode by trying to devour each others' lips. Man, three episodes and these two have gotten further than Max and Liz have all season. Maybe the show should be about them. Even if Michael does look like an anthromorphized Sonic the Hedgehog.
Alex complains to Liz that she won't tell him what's going on, take 2,021.
Alien superpower of the week: Isabella turns Liz's nail polish blue. They can do that, but they can't heal a stroke?
Also, Liz asks how Isabella is able to date so many boys but keep things from being serious. Well, because she's a skank.
Isabelle crawls into Alex's dreams (did I complain about how the aliens can do this to anyone they have a picture of? How is that remotely scientific? What if Alex has an identical twin? If he got plastic surgery, would you no longer be able to enter his dreams?). There, she finds that like most teenage boys, he's dreaming of taking her to a fancy dinner, dancing with her while the 90s equivalent of Evanescence plays, and telling her that she's beautiful on the inside. Don't get your hopes up, Isabelle, a DVD boxset of Project Runway is straighter than him.
Blahety-blah, Liz tells Alex about the aliens in the most roundabout way possible -- would someone who grew up in Roswell really find it that hard to explain, to the point of not being able to use the word "alien"? -- and he... thinks she's crazy? Believes that she believes? Has a reaction of some kind? In the next episode, he's fully convinced that there are aliens, so I have no idea what the point of this is. I mean, he's not the slightest bit curious/concerned that his best friends are either insane or have discovered that we're not alone in the universe? What the fuck kind of life does this guy lead? "Oh, aliens, ho-hum... sorry, I'm a little bushed from having lunch with God."
