Bones -- "The Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood"
OK kids, today's lesson: the suburbs are eeeeeeevil. And, apparently, so are luaus (even if you're not the pig). The resident non-conformist -- and, it turns out, adulterer, extortionist and sex toy entrepreneur -- is found roasting right along with Wilbur during the neighborhood's Hawaiian-themed block party. So, the Bones crew must bravely venture into the land of ruthless homeowner's associations to ferret out the murderer(s).
Fitting in -- whether in the wacky Stepford-esque suburbs or as a scientist who actively practices their faith -- can be a toughie. In the victim's case, shunning wasn't enough. Three neighbors couldn't handle the windmill on his front lawn and alternately stomped on his head while he was on the ground, cut him with a hedge trimmer and staked him with a neighborhood watch yard sign. That seems a bit much for one cul-de-sac, doesn't it?
As is sometimes the case, Bones makes a better point of it with occasional intern Arastoo Vaziri. A devout Muslim fresh off the farm (so to speak) from Iran, Cam in particular has respected Vaziri's faith, ensuring he has time for daily prayers, etc. When his colleagues discover his accent and backstory were all a ruse, they're baffled. But our man Sweets has the correct insight: Vaziri didn't want the constant inquisition regarding any conflicts between being a man of faith AND a man of science. He had hoped to fly under the radar, correctly thinking no one would dare question a recent émigré. We kind of like that the show fleshes out each intern a little bit more as they rotate through, while at the same time often using them to reinforce the episode's theme.
The best thing we can say about the whole Parker tangent is Angela's reference to Seeley's son as "baby Booth" just makes us giggle unreasonably. That Booth asks Brennan to help him show his son that he's leading a normal, happy life, tweaked the antennae of the romance-obsessed (Not us!... ahem.). Who else is wondering if Booth has determined if he's truly in love with Brennan or if it was just a temporary product of that whole coma thing? Oh how you toy with our emotions Hart Hanson!
A few verbal gems from this episode:
"Oh, you aren't even going to try to un-ring that bell, are you?" -- Cam to Arastoo after he loses his accent in exasperation and then tries to continue using it.
"I told the FBI guy and the scary lady everything I know, so..." -- The victim's wife to Sweets.
"Wrong 'ology.' Keep your grubby anthro hands off my psych." -- Sweets to Brennan.
As is sometimes the case, Bones makes a better point of it with occasional intern Arastoo Vaziri. A devout Muslim fresh off the farm (so to speak) from Iran, Cam in particular has respected Vaziri's faith, ensuring he has time for daily prayers, etc. When his colleagues discover his accent and backstory were all a ruse, they're baffled. But our man Sweets has the correct insight: Vaziri didn't want the constant inquisition regarding any conflicts between being a man of faith AND a man of science. He had hoped to fly under the radar, correctly thinking no one would dare question a recent émigré. We kind of like that the show fleshes out each intern a little bit more as they rotate through, while at the same time often using them to reinforce the episode's theme.
The best thing we can say about the whole Parker tangent is Angela's reference to Seeley's son as "baby Booth" just makes us giggle unreasonably. That Booth asks Brennan to help him show his son that he's leading a normal, happy life, tweaked the antennae of the romance-obsessed (Not us!... ahem.). Who else is wondering if Booth has determined if he's truly in love with Brennan or if it was just a temporary product of that whole coma thing? Oh how you toy with our emotions Hart Hanson!
A few verbal gems from this episode:
"Oh, you aren't even going to try to un-ring that bell, are you?" -- Cam to Arastoo after he loses his accent in exasperation and then tries to continue using it.
"I told the FBI guy and the scary lady everything I know, so..." -- The victim's wife to Sweets.
"Wrong 'ology.' Keep your grubby anthro hands off my psych." -- Sweets to Brennan.