So, if you recall, a couple of weeks ago we lost a Houseguest. The show with too many cast members finally got rid of one. So pop quiz, hotshot: you're a House exec. What do you do next?
Bring one back, of course. Well, duh.
I know the economy is rough and there are a lot of starving actors out there, and I'm all for a helping hand, but seriously. Do they have to meet a quota for supporting actors on this show? I don't get it.
Cold open: a high school gym. Weren't we just here? This time it's a wrestling match instead of a basketball game. The sound cuts in and out, and this plus some conveniently-timed sign language tells us that one of the contestants is deaf. In case you still don't get it, there's his mom in the stands wearing a "Deaf Pride" T-shirt. The match starts and his coach is signing instructions to him, which has got to be a little tricky to do while wrestling. Not that he has long to worry-in a minute he starts clutching his head and screaming from the cheesy laser-blaster sound effects.
I used to love these things. Then I quit wearing Underoos.
House is trying to sleep, but can't, because Amber's ghost keeps bothering him with stupid questions, like "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" I know I do. Turns out House hasn't been sleeping much lately. He gets a page and stumbles into the Hall of Justhouse, where the Houseguests have figured out the deaf kid is hearing explosions in his head, thus he has something called "exploding head syndrome". I could Wikipedia that, but I'm too busy trying to clean the snarfed Cheez-Its out of my keyboard. Next time I see my doctor I'm going to ask him to write that on my chart just to mess with the insurance people. House is paying more attention to Amber than to the live Houseguests. She writes something on the whiteboard, or tries to. "Damn imaginary pen!" LOL. I don't care who you are, that's funny right there. He says the POW might have had a seizure and sends the Houseguests to investigate. "Wrong," says Amber, but off they go anyway. "You're going to ignore your own subconscious?" she says. "It'll be the limp leading the blind." So it's like that, is it? Amber is House's brain in a miniskirt. This could be good.
House and Amber roll over to Wilson's office to get some sleeping pills for House's insomnia. I hear they go great with a side of Vicodin. Cameron (the "soon-to-be-second-prettiest Dr. Chase") is in there. Amber thinks Wilson is trying to get rid of House too quickly and gets House to sneak a look at the file they're going over. Cameron is asking Wilson to plan Cameron's bachelor party. Now that sounds like a blast. Wonder what Wilson has in mind?
First, I thought we'd all make tiramisu together while listening to Billy Joel. After a nice risotto dinner... wait for it... Lattes! And an old French movie!
House, less than impressed, pulls rank and says he'll plan the party himself. Wilson and Cameron are apparently cool with this, or at least lack the intestinal fortitude to argue. Foreteen is flashy-thinging the POW to try and induce a seizure. Much Moral Debate follows. Why doesn't the kid want a cochlear implant to fix his hearing? Is deafness a disability, or a valid culture?
And why is he wearing that crash helmet? He's deaf hearing-impaired, not retar developmentally challenged.
POWmom interrupts this discourse to let us know that now he's visually-impaired as well. Hrrrmmmz. What was that Amber said about the limp and the blind? House's subconscious knew the POW was going to go blind. He asks Amber to elaborate. She recites some medical stuff he didn't even know he knew. He asks her how high K2 is (the second-tallest mountain in the world, I think), because he read a book about it as a kid. She gives him the exact answer. (Or is House's subconscious lying to him? Hmm.) House thinks this is pretty awesome. She tells him to go play the kid some music. He dons a pair of totally tubular shades and goes to see the POW with a boom box blasting Public Enemy.
Shouldn't you turn that thing around the other way? And do they even make boom boxes anymore?
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Comments (2)
I went ahead and checked Wikipedia for Exploding Head Syndrome... OMFG, it's REAL:
Exploding head syndrome is a condition that causes the sufferer to occasionally experience a tremendously loud noise as originating from within his or her own head, usually described as the sound of an explosion, roar, waves crashing against rocks, loud voices or screams or a ringing noise."
Body butter is like lotion, but it's thicker... almost, the consistency of butter (hence the name). It makes your skin all creamy and soft. Occasionally, it tastes like it smells (apples, strawberries, etc).
1 of 2 | Posted by crmsnkatt | Posted on May 4, 2009 10:08 AM
hey, did anyone else notice the weird lighting in this ep? everywhere that house went, the shot seemed to be a bit overexposed. then when he would leave the room and we'd get another shot of the room, it was fine. maybe it has something to do with the blurry vision he experienced at the end of the mos def episode?
house with the ghetto blaster grooving to fight the power has to be THE best moment of this show...EVER!
2 of 2 | Posted by mones | Posted on May 4, 2009 3:32 PM