Hand Of God Swats Down King Silas

Butterflies be damned - Kings shows us the damage God's hand can really do, when He's pissed off at Ian McShane. Also, the Ice Queen shows us all who's wearing the pants in this monarchy.

This week, we watched Ian McShane get his first godly smack in the face - which saved us from another cliched and overdone hand-of-god sequence that has run through the first two episodes of Kings.

Finally, after grinding my teeth through the CG butterfly crown and the doves that save you from snipers, it was nice to see the hand of God operate in a much more brutal, if not consistently obvious, manner. If they insist on keeping the physical "hand of god" scenes in Kings, it's at least a good idea to change them up occasionally. This was Ian-McShane-baby-cow-neck-snapping brutal. I wish they hadn't used the sacrificial calf metaphor, but I guess it could have been worse. It could have been a lamb. Update: could also be a deer, OK the general consensus is it's a deer.


Poor Silas can't get a break - just when he's starting to get work done on the peace treaty, his wife throws a fancy hootenanny for the arts, celebrating the "angels without wings" ballet dancers. Once again, Susanna Thompson steals the show by waltzing into her husband's Parliament and declaring the day's governance officially over. The rest of the town shuts down, while Rose gathers up the puppet strings to her family. First on her to-do list: kicking David out of the fancy-pants party because he's getting too much attention, setting up his love interest, her daughter, with someone else, and sicking the family bad boy, Jack, on David for a night out with cocaine, girls and fighting. Amazing - and she didn't even bat an eye.

Meanwhile back on the farm of Silas' secret other family, his other son may die of some nameless disease that keeps him looking heartstring-tuggingly weak. But unfortunately for everyone, this is happening during the big ballet affair. Which means if Silas leaves, the Ice Queen is going to be pissed - and nobody wants that, apart from all the viewers. Silas dodges the big afterparty, and high-tails it over to the hospital, only to be told that there is no chance. Which means it's time to play "lets make a deal" with God.


Reverend Samuels meets with Silas, and they both talk about the Lord like some distant college buddy holding a grudge. "Has he not moved past that yet?... He wants what I will not let him take," Silas bemoans, and I love every overdone minute of this crazed yet beautiful dialogue. God then throws a baby deer in front of his SUV, and Silas knows: he has to give up seeing his other family, in order to save the life of his other son. And here I thought he would have happily sacrificed Jack.

Speaking of Jack, last night we finally got to meet the secret boyfriend who puts a look of utter disgust on Jack's face, whilst he's out trying to get David and his friends to do dirty deeds. Sebastian Stan is growing on me - he's a quality actor with brilliant facial expressions - but I just need him to start doing more things besides being the spoiled son. Let's move past this stereotype, please. I hope the introduction to Joseph will allow this to happen. The same goes for his sister, except in her case she needs to stop spending all her time being noble. I need more from these kiddies, but it's only the third episode, and we've got nine more to go. So I'm still very optimistic to see Stan hit his big crescendo, in which I'm assuming he falls for David or tells off his Dad - both of those possibilities are in the Book of Samuel, which inspires this tale. One, however, is often debated. Guess which. But anyways, Jack takes David out for a night on the town, hoping he'll slip up - and of course (eye roll) he walks away.


I'm having a difficult time rooting for the country mouse. His biggest flaws (kissing a pretty girl and fearing a tank) hardly conjure up a lot of sympathy or excitement from the audience. David is always going to do the right thing - that much is obvious - but it's impossible to relate to such a perfect kid. Plus it's not terribly interesting to watch. After all, he was crowned prince of the butterflies in the pilot episode. He's chosen by God, and his blood runs red with goodliness and an "aw shucks" attitude. He's going to need to get a clue if he wants to lead the future Biblical team of rebels in the wilderness. Also, if his fake girlfriend is mad that he kissed another girl, then maybe she shouldn't blow him off all the time.

If he doesn't go up against someone important and actually prove that he has some stones, I'm going to start muting the TV whenever he's on and make up my own dialogue.


With no David about, the city mouse daughter gets all in a fuss when she realizes it's mommy dearest who kicked her boyfriend out of the fancy pants party. To which the Queen responds, ever so smartly, to grow the hell up. Knee deep in an amazing dialogue about how their fame matters, the Queen shakes her diamond covered head at her pup coldly reminding Michelle that no one here gives a crap about ballet, it's the family that people pay to see. The whole scene left me standing on my tip-toes with excitement. More evil queen, please! Even if it's just a one-liner coldly barked to her husband, like "That's enough of that," in regards to the other woman, she's amazing. Her ability to humanize her psalm-spouting husband and upgrade her spawns' arguments to a higher understanding is the glue that brings these two worlds together. The show would not be the same without her.

I look forward to next week - this show is getting juicier with every turn, besides already being the prettiest show on TV. If only we could get more people to watch it.


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