I watch a lot of television. Way too much for my own good. Even when I’m reading or writing or cooking, I always have something playing in the background. It’s partly my ADD, but that’s another story.
Television shows are like men. Boyfriends, to be exact. For instance, Battlestar Galactica is this deep, intellectual guy with a PhD who dresses weird and drives a beat-up truck. Supernatural is a sexy, funny guy who drives a motorbike and refuses to get a proper job, and of all your family members, only your little nephews like him, although you know your sisters keep sneaking looks at him when they think you’re not looking.
Some of them are brilliant. Some of them are so good you want them to stick around forever. Some of them are so great you pimp them to your friends. Not all of them are good for you. There are some who you know are really no good, yet you know they’ll always be around so you keep coming back to them whenever you’re bored, or you have a free friday night. Even if they’re not particularly fun to hang out with or good in bed, they’re presentable to your parents. And you know they’ll never leave. Yes, I’m talking about Grey’s Anatomy. This is one show I think I will have to break up with.
GA has always been melodramatic, but it has outdone itself with its last episode, “Stairway to Heaven”. Yes, the biggest WTF, the appearance during the past few episodes of the adorable Jeffrey Dean Morgan as a ghost/hallucination/hologram that no one but Izzy can see but is corporeal enough to fuck her on a regular basis — it’s still there. Now you think that would be enough to finally put me off, yes? But, hello, it was Papa Winchester, so I had to keep tuning in till the end of his stint. Which I’m glad to say, was this episode.
In the previous episode, Meredith tells the sick death row inmate that if his head gets bashed in, he might not be able to survive. Why? Because down the hall, there is a sweet little boy who is sick and needs a liver or something, and death row inmate, played by Eric Stoltz told her that, hey, why not die here so the little boy can have his organs, instead of getting the needle in three days? Meredith approves this plan, so when Stoltz starts getting critical after banging his head on his bed’s headboard, she refuses to page Stoltz’s neurosurgeon, who also happens to be her boyfriend, McDreamy.
Are you still with me? Good.
So of course, McDreamy in time finds out what’s happening to his patient, and gives Meredith an earful. McDreamy then begins surgery, which is interrupted by Bailey, the precious little boy’s doctor, who bursts in the OR and begs McDreamy to stop the surgery because his patient is a bad bad man, and her precious, tiny patient is pure and innocent and deserves to live more than the serial killer of women who is going to be executed in three days anyway.
OK, try no to laugh too hard. At least until you know what happens next.
McDreamy is obviously not as insane as the other doctors of Seattle Grace (it must be the hair). But being a character of the show, he must at least humor his co-workers. So he stops what he’s doing (note that his patient is getting closer and closer to death with every second that passes) and tries to calmly talk to Bailey about why doctors have to NOT kill their patients. Then he says that she must decide whether he continues to save his serial killer patient’s life, or not. The choice is hers! After a few beats (serial killer patient continues to get more and more critical at this point), she decided that, ok, fine, McDreamy can finish his surgery.
At this point, you begin to wonder how much Patrick Dempsey and the other actors are getting paid for them to whore themselves out this way. Because it cannot possibly be enough. Even Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who is usually a fine actor, could barely keep a straight face while acting the lovesick ghost/hallucination/hologram. Sweetie, you’re better than this. And so are we. Goodbye, McDreamy. There are just too many bad shows on TV for me to waste my time with this one.
From the Entropy blog.