Rubicon Recap: Booty Call
Look, we won’t sugarcoat it. It’s been a rough start for the twitchy few of us watching Rubicon: meandering subplots, stakes cheaper than at Sizzler (sorry) or at a vampire hunter convention (sorrier), and Miranda Richardson playing a woman named Katherine Rhumor who is doggedly investigating her husband’s suicide by mooning around a townhouse and ordering shrimp with broccoli. But, perhaps unfairly, we’ve also paid short shrift to the rough start Rubicon had behind the scenes with creator Jason Horwich making way for a new show-runner just as it entered production. Just as an old sea captain we used to know always said: A ship without a steady hand at the rudder will inevitably focus an hour on a man taking a motorcycle apart in his apartment. (Look it up.) Anyway, “Look to the Ant” was definitely the work of the new creative team and even written by a member of the always entertaining Whedon clan (Joss's younger brother, Zack). So is the staff transfusion a success? Too soon to say for sure but, hey, Doctor: We have a pulse!
This week focuses on One Crazy Night in the life of our favorite clandestine government analysts but, really, the focus is on getting to know these chilly, miserable white people a little bit better. (And who wouldn’t want to do that?) Some of these changes in perspective are welcome while others are a little radical. Take, for example, Kale. (And you should! It’s basically a superfood!) When last we saw our favorite (?) diminutive creepy boss, he was standing in his dark office staring into traffic, delivering ham-fisted dialogue a villainous Klingon would be ashamed of. But this week he’s a different man! (Sure, he begins by breaking into Will’s apartment and sees his mess of Post-It notes, but you can hardly blame him. The man’s ex-CIA! He breaks into co-workers’ apartments as a hobby.) But soon enough he’s inviting Will over to dinner at Studio 54 his swinging Chelsea brownstone and introducing him to his FAB-U-LOUS rent-boy boyfriend Walter. (Though he does dis Walter’s chosen soundtrack, Hot Chip, declaring that it sounds like a “pinball machine.” Always with the timely, relevant references, Rubicon! To our ears it sounded like nothing less than the confounded din of a dratted