Under The Dome episode 7 review: Imperfect Circles
Under The Dome stages yet another disappointing against-the-clock cliche. Here's Frances' frustrated review of Imperfect Circles.
This review contains spoilers.
1.7 Imperfect Circles
The moment that pregnancy bump loomed into shot on Julia’s porch, my head was already in my hands. What are the chances her water will have broken by the next ad break? High, I thought. High.
You have to hand it to Under the Dome’s writers, they’re seven weeks in and showing no shortage of ‘resolvable within fifty minute’ plot points. Whichever enchanted hat they’re pulling each week’s consequence-free adventure out of was worth the magic beans they traded for it. Personally, I’d have saved the ‘imminent childbirth’ card to play nearer Christmas for maximum Silent Night montage-ability, but each to their own.
After last week’s upturn, Imperfect Circles was a frustrating combination of mawkishness and actual progress. People died, a kid was born, and we discovered the source of Chester’s Mill’s woes was a tiny green egg. As revelations go, the latter was an abstract but not unintriguing one.
After taking a narrative leap so high I’d be surprised if Joe hadn’t hit his head on the dome on the way up, the teen transceivers set off in search of the power source they’d surmised into existence. Lo, a nucleus there was. Underneath its own mini-dome dead centre of the lid, lay an alien artefact that provided our first clue to the extra-terrestrial source of the town’s bubble. After a bout of shouting at it (ah youth, who else misses the days when we all used to go down to the woods to scream at an egg?) the source sent Norrie a vision of her dying mother.
These visions are an interesting business. Now we’ve established that the dome isn’t just a bomb-proof pacemaker-exploder, but something that can cause it to rain at will, induce labour, and play psychic videos of your loved ones, Under the Dome is hotting up. If only I could bring myself to be as interested in the population underneath the dome as I am the explanation for why it’s there.
Inspired by last week’s looting, some members of said population were doing their bit to build a Mad Max future for Chester’s Mill. Farmer Ollie, his rural heavy, and the Dundee brothers had decided that the time was ripe to take what they wanted with force, from Big Jim’s propane to everybody else’s gasoline. Three of the four might is right-sters ended up dead, and I’d say Farmer Ollie’s days are numbered now that Big Jim is on the warpath. Did he have to destroy the town’s Propane stockpile in the process? Bad Big Jim. Naughty Big Jim.
Dean Norris remains wasted in a show that fails to rouse pity or sympathy for any of its cut-out characters. Call me heartless, but Dr Alice’s death was roughly as affecting as discovering you’ve run out of milk. Oh look, she’s dead. No cornflakes for me in the morning. If the residents of Chester’s Mill don’t develop some depth and soon, then the dome’s welcome to them.
Read Frances’ review of the previous episode, The Endless Thirst, here.
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