Dreams, folks, dreams, they DO come true! A(nother) whole episode devoted to Der ButtBiscuit and we are lucky enough to be alive to see it. I never expected to be moved the way I was moved today. Yeah, it felt like a boil on my behind but it did move me, frequently.
The pathos and the bathos, the sturm and the drang, the upsies, the downsies, the innies and the outties, we got 'em all today.
But before delving into the intricacies, just a few procedural questions....
Isn't it usual for tv DID's to have different names for each personalities? I know in "The Three Faces of Eve", there was Eve, Miss Boom Boom and Lulabelle, and in "Sybil", there was Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, Andy of Green Gables and Dirk Bigelow, Male Gigolo, but here, we only had Double Patty with Cheese Billy and Gumball Billy. I was really expecting a big reveal when he was talking to Victoria, that when he suddenly started chewing his cud and she called him 'Billy', he would turn to her and said,
It would have explained so much....
It seemed like there was a loss of dramatic tension there. Plus, I think the boathouse could definitely have used some hay, and maybe a feedbag for poor ButtBiscuit. Maybe he could have even started counting by stomping his hooves..... Perhaps I'm over thinking it, though....
Too bad Show felt the need for Jack's interaction with ButtBiscuit to be a dream sequence. I was hoping, hallucination or not, the scene might have ended with Jack stuffing ButtBiscuit in a crate and shipping him back to Hong Kong.
Same with Jill. She told her darling boy a few home truths, all good, but why she didn't mock him for the jeans he was wearing was a missed moment, in my opinion. And WHERE are his White Tennis Shoes of Destraction? I fail to understand why every single annoying thing about him wasn't brought out and stuffed up those gaping blowholes when the chance was had.
Pretty terrifying stuff for anyone, though, including ButtBiscuit, to have a hallucination where Phyllis is leering at him in a green visor, whisperbarking at him while that toothsome grin of hers expanded to PennyWise proportions. Though it defies understanding that his mental break didn't happen the second he started the affair with Phyllis. That way lies madness for any normal life form.
OOOO, fight between ButtBiscuit and Adam!
Manly mans being all menly is just so much more manhappiness than I can handle, though. All that testosterone made me want to find my bottle of "Odor Away!" After a week of ButtBiscuit being locked up in the same pair of underoos, that boathouse is going to need to be cleaned up like a crime scene.
That ending, though, where ButtBiscuit beat himself up, now THAT was really good.
I'd always wished he'd spent more time punching himself, since it seemed nobody else was going to do it.
The ending, though, when the Bravery of the ButtBiscuit won out over all was a moment I'll treasure forever. It tugged at my heart, made my nose sniffle and dag nabbit, but I do swear I saw an Emmy reel submission in their future, because, as ButtBiscuit said to Victoria,
Victoria looks pretty good in this clip, I think.
And that's it, ButtBiscuit be cured. He will never lash out, never be selfish, never buy another Jaboat, never treat Jack or Ashley or Traci or Kyle or Jill or Victoria or Johnnie or Katie or Kevin or Chloe or Adam or, or, or......(my fingers hurt, can I stop?) like crap again.
Until next week.
I guess this must be the last we'll see of the Ye Olde Boathouse set, they'll be packing it away in one of his nostrils pretty soon, and a Brand New Day will dawn in Genoa City.
And there goes our last chance to ditch this walking, talking Slurpee and get Billy Miller back.