I've skipped some episodes of season two, so even though it might seem like I'm right near the end, I actually have another six to go.
Paul Gross the writer perplexes me in many ways, but I think "Red, White, or Blue" redeems him for me quite a lot. He really does write the most wonderful dialogue, I can never get over how wonderful his dialogue really is. It's the character conveyed in the lines. He has a way with words. And he knows which words suit him best as Paul Gross the actor.
But I guess plausibility is not an issue with him. It's not high on his 'good writing' list. He thinks 'due South is as much fantasy as reality' and writes it that way. Which is a shame for me, because I devour plausibility and whilst being perfectly capable of suspending disbelief, prefer not to have to go to extremes to do so.
Masks, Paul? Masks? Okay, so the fake-out was as much a Directorial decision, I get that. It's a blink-and-miss-it-trick-the-audience thing. I'm on the same page, I think. Because your cut scenes were so very brilliant I am willing to overlook the impossibility of either Benton or Ray falling for some guy in a mask made up to look like their best friend. Though why do you have a thing about best friends and partners smacking each other in the mouth? (even if, they don't really, this time around?) Of course, Paul, after this strange occurrence, you very shortly have Randall CRUSHING PEOPLE'S HEADS - your genius knows no bounds. No. None at all. Also? Benton dropping his heartrate? Then both Ray and Benton dropping their heartrates? So very hilarious. And then, the arm signals? I laughed a lot. You do terrible things to the classically trained Camilla. I love you.
Other things which I'd like to bring attention to in this episode are Paul's hair - what the hell's going on with it? It's scary. Cooper's no match for Turnbull. Umm - Is that an Oasis reference? The marvellous appearance of James Allodi. The amusing acting of Kenneth Welsh. And how much Raye Birk reminds me of Rene Auberjonois. Oh, and I didn't want to say it, told myself not to say it, but it has to be said - Paul is a slasher at heart. There.