I have a confession. I love Queer As Folk. At times it has bordered on obsessive. I tell you this only to explain that, when I saw Scott Lowell on screen, I squealed so loud that I think my dog is now afraid of me. Also, I may have missed something important while yelling repeatedly to myself (and anyone else who was in earshot) “IT’S TED!!” Despite my obnoxious fangirl outburst, I was able to gather that the story begins with feet washing up on a beach along the US-Canada border and that Bones has offended Dr. Filmore, a non-confrontational Canadian podiatric anthropologist, to the point that his right arm has become paralyzed.
I also squealed when Michael Welch, of Twilight and Joan of Arcadia fame, showed up on screen. The guest stars on this episode played very important roles. Their characters were well written, well cast, and well played. Scott Lowell plays strange but lovable characters so well. I was almost upset when I noticed that there wasn’t an intern, but I was pleasantly surprised that the “guest squints” really almost made me forget about the regular interns.
I do enjoy when they bring someone in to challenge Bones. She may be somewhat socially awkward, but she is generally always right. It was good to see someone really tell her about her short-comings, as she rarely notices them on her own, and no one ever points them out to her. Although I’m sure she will forget everything that she has learned by the next episode. I’m glad that Dr. Filmore was the one that was able to figure out how the kid was murdered. I’m also glad that it was something that Bones wouldn’t have noticed. It really was his talent that worked, and not just luck that she wasn’t there.
You totally knew it was Mike who was the killer, the second he was on screen. I was a little upset that I figured out who did it right away. This is the reason I stopped watching CSI, because it got too predictable. Bones has avoided this trap for me for six seasons so far, and I am hoping that it will just be this episode.
Because a majority of the forensic work was done by Dr. Filmore, we really didn’t get to see the “Bones” that we are used to. We only saw Dr. Brennan in the lab for one scene, and Booth and Sweets didn’t really interrogate anyone; they just asked a few questions informally. This might not sit well with some people, but it was a nice change of pace for me. I wonder if writers of these series possess a forensic psychology degree. …
Because they didn’t focus too much on the characters’ relationships — like they did during the last episode — it wasn’t a heavy episode. It was a good decision as it was nice to have a light-hearted episode after “The Blackout in the Blizzard.”
With Bones, I can never really comment on the process of how things are done. I’ve never been a forensic anthropologist, psychologist, or FBI agent; but I feel as though I can comment on parenting. I have no idea why there seems to be a bunch of television shows that feel like parents can make major decisions for their children without consulting the kids themselves (here’s looking at you, Parenthood). I would have given Cam the same disapproving look as Hodgins did. Please, Cam, Michelle is 18-years-old; she can make her own decision about where she goes to school, and is old enough to have to deal with the consequences when something inevitably goes wrong. I am actually really glad that Michelle didn’t go to Columbia, but am really upset that the only person who really told Cam that what she did was wrong was Sweets, and he was sort of joking about it. Although I really did like Cam’s new hair cut.
Apparently this episode is based on a real unsolved mystery. There is a beach in British Columbia where feet will wash up every once in a while. What’s even weirder is the fact that eight out of ten feet found so far are right feet. Does this freak anyone else out? There are also real body farms where they study decomposition of human remains. Does that freak anyone else out even more?
Guest Clacker Staci currently resides in central Pennsylvania where she escapes the shenanigans of the real world with television, much to the chagrin of her husband