A big red santa hat's off to writer Jeremy Carver for writing what has to be arguably one of best episodes this year, let alone of the entire series. For he's given us a wonderful present; Sam and Dean are on the trail of an "anti-Santa" who stuffs his victims into a red sack and hauls them out through the chimney.
Along the way to discovering they got it wrong and in truth something else is afoot, Dean tries to get Sam to celebrate Christmas, who doesn't want to; it would mean accepting it could be the last one they'll ever spend together. Add a plot twist involving suburban pagans best described as Martha Stewart meets Tammy Faye and Jim Bakker, and you've got sweet & goofy off-beat tale of brotherly love and bloody torture round a turkey dinner, with a cross-eyed wooden reindeer, drunken santa, porno mags and high-grade motor oil tossed in for good measure.
Ie: it was a sweet, funny, poignant and endearing, ironic, subversive, cheeky, clever, witty damn good piece of writing. What more could you hope to find under your tree, eh?
And season 3 is proving to be akin to Green Day's "American Idiot". A rare piece of work in which nothing sucks. The writers hit it out of the park each time, and you don't have to fast forward or skip ahead to the next track in the arch, so to speak. There are no duds this year, at least not for me.
I can't applaude them hard enough. The entire cast and crew...
And wish them all a very Merry Christmas and a pay raise for their writers in the New Year.
Along the way to discovering they got it wrong and in truth something else is afoot, Dean tries to get Sam to celebrate Christmas, who doesn't want to; it would mean accepting it could be the last one they'll ever spend together. Add a plot twist involving suburban pagans best described as Martha Stewart meets Tammy Faye and Jim Bakker, and you've got sweet & goofy off-beat tale of brotherly love and bloody torture round a turkey dinner, with a cross-eyed wooden reindeer, drunken santa, porno mags and high-grade motor oil tossed in for good measure.
Ie: it was a sweet, funny, poignant and endearing, ironic, subversive, cheeky, clever, witty damn good piece of writing. What more could you hope to find under your tree, eh?
And season 3 is proving to be akin to Green Day's "American Idiot". A rare piece of work in which nothing sucks. The writers hit it out of the park each time, and you don't have to fast forward or skip ahead to the next track in the arch, so to speak. There are no duds this year, at least not for me.
I can't applaude them hard enough. The entire cast and crew...
And wish them all a very Merry Christmas and a pay raise for their writers in the New Year.

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