It’s the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about b/c it might actually make the MiSa freaks TOO happy and since you simply NEED a place to talk Prison Break, you know that show that has lost its way (and this season, I will make no more excuses for it), here you go. Because this pic was the visual representation of my feelings about resurrecting the dead (no matter how beloved the character by some and here’s a rant that doesn’t belong: If you REALLY want to bring back a dead and beloved character, try KELLERMAN for fucks sake…), I decided to post it and open up the comments to Prison Break related musings.
But first, a question: Now that your beloved Sara is back, MiSa freaks, where the hell are you? Last season there were petitions, website shutdowns and all kinds of drama and now, she’s back! Why are none of you saying “YES! I told you so! They listened! We won!” Have you all given up the hope that the rest of us would gladly give up too (that Prison Break will once again be watchable) if it weren’t for the fact that Prison Break is STILL the only way to get any Weekly Went (or any Went at all for that matter)?
When they cut off Sara’s head (and I laughed b/c not only was it a Se7en rip off, it was hilarious), some said the show jumped the shark but I propose that bringing back the headless horseman (AGAIN! She was supposedly dead in Season 1 too lest we forget, although her story line in Season 2 did make sense) is actually doing that…UNLESS we get a hot sex scene with an AT LEAST semi-naked and a fully tatted Went (not a double) out of this. IF WE DO, all shall be forgiven, IF IT’S DONE RIGHT. I don’t want any hint of chastity, no angst (well maybe a little), no holding back (which should be completely doable now that SWC is no longer preggers and puking based on the great chemistry in Season 1). I want hardcore (well as hardcore as network TV will allow), passionate, I-haven’t-had-sex-since-I-first-went-to-Fox- River (and Sara’s enthusiasm should ALSO say “neither have I”)-blow-your-motherfucking-back-out-I- can’t-get-enough-of-you sex. Now if you must muddy it up with some love and shit (“It was real” was actually sweet), I’ll take it but it BEST be hot or I am going to talk about you. Hell, we still have only one MiSa sex scene to date and I wrote that shit myself (Disclaimer: I don’t read PB fanfic, unless it’s Slash, so I’m sure it’s not the only one in the world but in the Universe of Me (UM), it is the only one).
My general consensus: We were too hard on Season 2. Season 1 was so good it spoiled us FOREVER and then the 2nd season came and we wanted perfection we didn’t get but Season 2 was actually good (looking back). However, there are no words for the suckiness that was Season 3 which with the exception of a few episodes that stick out in my mind for specific reasons (I remember liking Fire/Water, the ep where they finally get out was pretty well done, and of course, the unboxing in Good Fences), I like to pretend just never. fucking. happened. I didn’t even watch the whole damn season as evidenced by the lack of Live-blogging as the season wore on (Awww remember when Live-Blogging was FUN?).
Let’s face it, there’s only going to be a Season 4 b/c FOX has nothing else. But there is hope (hope you say?), of sorts, and that hope is sex, yes sex. The reason this very blog exists in the first place (b/c I want to fuck Went, it ain’t a secret), the thing that brings people into the world, the thing that SELLS. If you can’t successfully keep me interested in the story alone (and there are only so many govt plots and prison breakouts on the SAME DAMN SHOW that I can watch without wondering if death would be better), give me sex, glorious sex…The kind of sex that won Halle that Oscar. If the Season 2 finale of Grey’s Anatomy can do it, so can you. MAKE. IT. COUNT.
GIVE US THE LONG AWAITED AND HIGHLY OVERDUE HOT TO DEATH (maybe literally! HA! Sex so good it pops your head back off) SEX SCENE ALREADY and perhaps Sara wearing a thick black ribbon choker all season…at least it would be funny. Thoughts?
Boy when I start to ramble…