Before my son was born three years ago, I never really had a problem watching stories about kids or families in distress. In my former, nonmaternal life, I was able to handle a wide array of drama in my entertainment - family, medical, romantic, you name it - like a rational adult able to discern fact from fiction. What a difference having a family makes. Today, even the most remote suggestion of a suffering child, dying spouse or the like spurs a visceral reaction that generally results in uncontrollable histrionics. Needless to say, between the family saved from the snowbound car and the father and son caught in the gang crossfire (not to mention a whopper of a conclusion to the
Grey's Anatomy three-parter immediately preceeding), tonight's episode was an emotional roller coaster for me. Even Sam dropping her son off at the "at-risk" school got to me. A little.
Mercifully, we had a healthy dose of Morris to help balance out all the familial trauma with his ignorance-is-bliss approach to intraworkplace relationships. As is often the case when Archie is featured in an episode, he was able to inject some humor into an awkward situation, arguing when Pratt balked at his request to run interference with a black patient.
Archie: We do this all the time. If I had a pregnant girl, I might get Abby. Big Croatian? Dr. Kovac.
Pratt: I didn't come to you with my autistic Irish kid.
Archie: You could have, you should have. Hey, what is the big deal? You know that I love the black man.
In other developments, Luka and Abby's plans for a secret engagement were thwarted by Hope's hypersensitive wedding radar. ("It's in your eyes. You have the glow. I can't wait for the glow.") Though I still find her screechy and cloying at times, she continues to grow on me. Her syrupy goodness provides a nice contrast to Archie's cynical obliviousness.
We also met Gates' father tonight, played by guest-star-of-the-week
Stacy Keach. My speculation is that the writers are hoping to start making Gates more appealing through the redemptive and healing power of dysfunctional family exposition. Don't know, don't care, but I will see where it goes like the patient
ER diehard that I am.
Finally, for all of you Reela fans, tonight we got... a kiss. Yes, it was a good kiss, but in my opinion, it was kind of out of left field, all things considered. I'm glad that Ray and Neela finally acknowledged the giant elephant in the room (or in the car, as the case may be), but we have miles to go before these two end up together.
Sadly, it appears we will not be seeing a new episode of
ER until Apr. 12. In its stead, NBC will be trotting out some mid-season replacements for trial runs. Hopefully, when the action resumes, we will have an uninterrupted string of new episodes, right up until the end of the season. So, I'm signing off for now, but definitely make sure to chime in one last time before the break. Let's not think of this as goodbye, but rather, see you in the spring!
Before my son was born three years ago I never really had a problem watching stories about kids or families in distress In my former nonmaternal life I was able to handle a wide array of drama in my entertainment family medical romantic you name it like a rational adult able to discern fact from fiction What a difference having a family makes Today even the most remote suggestion of a suffering child dying spouse or the like spurs a visceral reaction that generally results in uncontrollable histrionics Needless to say between the family saved from the snowbound car and the father and son caught in the gang crossfire not to mention a whopper of a conclusion to the Greys Anatomy three-parter immediately preceeding tonights episode was an emotional roller coaster for me Even Sam dropping her son off at the at-risk school got to me A littleMercifully we had a healthy dose of Morris to help balance out all the familial trauma with hi