03-01-2014, 09:08 PM
Ah Raj, if nothing else your Angry Indian Guy shtick still makes me laugh. A bit.
Okay, I finally got to see the episode a second time, and it really isn't that bad. It's all about puppets and furniture, right? I mean, I guess all fictional characters are puppets of a sort. The trick comes in convincing us (the audience) that there are no strings. Unfortunately for those of us here, we can all but see the writers' hands as the characters do a herky-jerky dance through one contrived and ham-fisted setup after another. It's then unsettling and mildly surrealistic to watch some of these puppet people assume the role of puppeteer themselves. (I wonder if I can find a gif representation of what I just wrote?)
This'll do...
![[Image: 2evujpg.png]](http://i57.tinypic.com/2evujpg.png)
Jedi Amy was the most blatant example of the M word, but let's face it, there was quite a bit of string-pulling going on all around, from Penny urging Leonard to get a table SHE liked, to Bernadette staging an intervention, and finally, even Sheldon getting in on the act when he starts tugging on the group's heartstrings. What *I* found particularly loathsome about all of it though was how each of the offenders decided THEY knew what was best and weren't above using sly trickery to get what THEY wanted. (I'm sure that sentence isn't grammatically correct, but I don't care.) The rampant me-ism of these people is very offputting to say the least.
So...a table. But WHAT a table, y'all! Before it was a lightly used return to Ikea it was the outward manifestation of one man's defiance, it was the catalyst for a discussion about change, it was the bridge for a man and a woman to unite against a common enemy, it was a threat to the mealtime camaraderie. AND...it comfortably seated seven people. All kidding aside though, it occurs to me that this is not the first time a piece of furniture has become a focal point - the paint-besmirched cushion, the Brobdingnagian desk, and Penny's chair of death have all inflamed Sheldon's various neuroses. And so now we have (or had rather) the, what?, table of change? Erm, good luck furnishing that three bedroom ranch, Amy. You're gonna need it.
Okay, I finally got to see the episode a second time, and it really isn't that bad. It's all about puppets and furniture, right? I mean, I guess all fictional characters are puppets of a sort. The trick comes in convincing us (the audience) that there are no strings. Unfortunately for those of us here, we can all but see the writers' hands as the characters do a herky-jerky dance through one contrived and ham-fisted setup after another. It's then unsettling and mildly surrealistic to watch some of these puppet people assume the role of puppeteer themselves. (I wonder if I can find a gif representation of what I just wrote?)
This'll do...
Jedi Amy was the most blatant example of the M word, but let's face it, there was quite a bit of string-pulling going on all around, from Penny urging Leonard to get a table SHE liked, to Bernadette staging an intervention, and finally, even Sheldon getting in on the act when he starts tugging on the group's heartstrings. What *I* found particularly loathsome about all of it though was how each of the offenders decided THEY knew what was best and weren't above using sly trickery to get what THEY wanted. (I'm sure that sentence isn't grammatically correct, but I don't care.) The rampant me-ism of these people is very offputting to say the least.
So...a table. But WHAT a table, y'all! Before it was a lightly used return to Ikea it was the outward manifestation of one man's defiance, it was the catalyst for a discussion about change, it was the bridge for a man and a woman to unite against a common enemy, it was a threat to the mealtime camaraderie. AND...it comfortably seated seven people. All kidding aside though, it occurs to me that this is not the first time a piece of furniture has become a focal point - the paint-besmirched cushion, the Brobdingnagian desk, and Penny's chair of death have all inflamed Sheldon's various neuroses. And so now we have (or had rather) the, what?, table of change? Erm, good luck furnishing that three bedroom ranch, Amy. You're gonna need it.
OH PLEASE...