There’s nothing like an old-fashioned whodunnit to get everyone buzzing, and this week’s episode of Bones definitely pays tribute to classic film capers. With a little help from French Inspector
Clouseau Rousseau, it’s all hands on deck to figure out whose sticky fingers are making off with the family jewels.
Though I admit to getting a little lost in the plot in tonight’s episode (blame jet lag), I found the case of the week thoroughly enjoyable. Maybe it’s because, like Aubrey, I too grew up watching classic films like To Catch a Thief, but I was genuinely engaged in trying to figure out which of the rich-foreigners-with-accents was our culprit. Sure, the plot reduced them all to clichés in a sense: the French nobleman who believed rules didn’t apply to him, his wife who flaunted her wealth for kicks, or her English would-be lover who railed against the class system that would ensure they could never be together. Yet, I felt like that only added to the throwback-nature of the story, harkening to the classic Hollywood tales that Aubrey apparently loves so much.
Perhaps I’m just a sucker for suave French accents, but I was thoroughly charmed by Inspector Rousseau (Sébastien Roché), not unlike his Argentinian counterpart in the honeymoon episode a few seasons back. He possessed just enough deviousness to keep things interesting, but his, dare I say, joie de vivre kept things light, and I really liked that he had chemistry with all of the cast he interacted with, namely Aubrey and Booth. I think our FBI agents appreciated his renegade attitude, and I think he appreciated their American tenacity. I most definitely would not be opposed to his return, and in fact I hope they do find another episode to squeeze him into next season. (Hey, maybe this time Booth and Brennan can visit him in Paris!)
Back to the lab, I was glad that we got to spend some time with Daisy (Carla Gallo) this week, as it’s been far too long since she’s graced our screens. I don’t know when Daisy because one of my favorite interns, but the last few years have afforded her a new maturity that has channeled her eagerness into being a really great friend to Hodgins. Despite how sad it is, I’m actually amazed that the writers never forget Daisy’s history with dearly-departed Sweets whenever she appears, and tonight was no exception. Some heart-to-hearts with Hodgins remind us that she’s still a young mother grieving the loss of her partner, and holding onto his memory to help her cope with the trauma. I wouldn’t have pegged Daisy as a believer in spirits, yet the way Daisy used her experience with Sweets’ “presence” to help Hodgins with his own paranormal activity was heartbreaking. I give so much credit to Gallo for this, because she’s somehow managed to mesh all of Daisy’s chipper attitude with obvious pain at losing Sweets, which is all-too realistic.
Speaking of Hodgins, it’s no surprise that I loved his interactions with our squinterns this week as well. It’s so typical of him to doggedly investigate the supposed “ghost” causing the misplaced buckets across the lab, yet remain focused on whatever rational explanation could possibly account for the incidents. I cannot express how much I loved that Daisy insisted on continuing the pursuit, despite how he brushed away her supernatural inclinations, and that ultimately, she was able to find the real source of the mysterious crashes. Which is that in her estimation, it was Hodgins’ leg involuntarily spasming against the table legs, causing them to fall. She couldn’t have delivered the news any more compassionately, and she may have just been the best person to make the discovery of anyone on the team.
Though I sincerely hope that there is no “quick fix” to Hodgins’ paralysis, I actually kind of like the way this story seems to be playing out. Yes, it may be more optimism than most in his situation could ever hope for, but at the same time, it’s not like he’s miraculously able to walk right out of his wheelchair right away either. He can’t even feel the tremors in his leg that are causing these accidents yet, but all it does is prove that his “Nurse Rachet’s” physiotherapy is working, and he is regaining some nerve activity in his legs. That seemed to be the point of the story, to me: all of the intense rehabilitation produces these incremental, almost imperceptible gains, but that is exactly why it’s so important. I can’t wait to see how this all plays out in the next two-dozen episodes.
If Angela’s snide remarks about Hodgins’ much-younger therapist weren’t enough of an indication, it seems like another sub-theme to ‘Jewel’ was that, well, none of us are getting any younger, and Booth’s, er, medical situation of the week certainly indicated that. I admit to chuckling quite a bit at his refusal to see an optometrist to check out his blurry vision, because it reminded me of how stubbornly my own father refused to see a doctor about his own eyesight (because it wasn’t a problem for him) despite having to squint to see anything. But sniper-trained Booth can’t be anything less than perfect, and no amount of needling, even by his wife, about his um, approaching middle-age is going to mess with that.
I thought both of them were totally in-character, from Brennan’s affectionate nagging to see a doctor, to Booth’s steadfast refusal to admit he’s getting old, and it ultimately resolved exactly as it would for them — with Booth claiming victory over the end of his “temporary” condition, and Brennan getting him to wear his new glasses anyway because they turn her on. It’s classic B&B, and a nice way to close out this season, since next week is sure to have us all on edge.
At a time when most shows are buzzing about fall premieres, Bones season 11 is finally coming to an end next week! How did you like our French friends this outing?