I can’t believe this is the last Fringe episode until January. What, am I the only person in the world whose life is so sad she enjoys new shows during the holiday season?
Anna Torv did a great job with “migraine face” in the beginning. She looks exactly how I feel, and it always amazes me that no one realizes I’m in major pain unless I cop to being in major pain. It would seem obvious to me, based on what Olivia looked like here. Before she reached for the pills and her face was blurry, I could tell. Nice work, there.
Poor Eugene (U Gene?). I mean, he’s definitely a murderer, but his story was heartbreaking and you can understand why he was doing what he was doing. And then when he was finally seen, he could die … happy isn’t the word, but fulfilled, maybe.
Peter: That’s not my Olivia.
Me: BUT WHAT IF SHE IS?!
Peter giving Lincoln new glasses was sweet and sad at the same time, because it means he’s sure he’s not where he’s supposed to be and won’t connect with this Olivia. Yet he wants her to be happy, and, being Peter, he can see that Olivia and Lincoln have a little something. I’m not sure how that makes me feel. :/
I want him to figure out the machine will not get him home.
I enjoyed the Nina Bubble bursting a bit for Olivia. Then unfortunately restored – unfortunate because it’s none other than Nina who his responsible for Olivia’s migraines. She must be injecting Cortexiphan into her, still? I knew this Mary Sunshine Nina couldn’t be all there was to her. It’s particularly disturbing, since in this universe, she is a parental figure to Olivia.
Walter’s mice were John and Yoko. Tee hee. Not enough Walter or Astrid (I know, broken record for the latter. I just like Astrid, okay?) this episode.
The teaser for the rest of the season makes me anticipate what Fringe has cooked up for us!