Under The Dome season 2 episode 10 review: The Fall
This week’s Under The Dome is all about the egg-xit strategy. Here’s Frances’ review…
This review contains spoilers.
2.10 The Fall
A moment’s silence please, to mark the passing of Phil Bushey, whose leap of faith landed him not on the soft rubber of the Zenith children’s playground but on the sharp end of a massive pointy rock. Rest in peace Phil - you may have spent your final days creeping about Chester’s Mill like the most arbitrary of arbitrary Scooby Doo villains but we’ll always remember you as the gambling addict, town sheriff, Skeeter Davis-loving DJ that none of the writers knew what to do with that you really were.
The Rennie men drove the action of The Fall (directed by E.R.'s Eriq La Salle, incidentally) by doing what the Rennie men do – making threats, pointing guns at people and locking women in rooms for their own “protection”. Having discovered the egg's whereabouts (Junior’s confidence in the idea that the best place to hide something from his dad was right under his nose proved to be er, misguided), Big Jim did the equivalent of handing over the ransom money before he’d even seen the hostage. It was an unfathomable move from a usually cynical character, but then logic and consistency have never been this show’s strong suit.
Nor is curiosity Melanie's, by the sounds of it. Despite not knowing who her father was, and despite her mother taking her on an unexplained trapdoor-painting visit to meet a mystery man and his son, it took Barbie’s whirly smoke memory for her to put two and two together and realise that they’re brother and sister. We weren't shown life outside the dome this week, but from what we saw last episode, Barbie's belief that their father will forget about the egg once he learns that Melanie is alive seems naive at best.
Phil’s grisly death was a dramatic full stop to the cliff portal sub-plot that left the people of Chester’s Mill trapped. Again. Only this time they’re down a magic egg, and up a techy whiz kid and a crying painting lady. What that means is anybody’s guess.
After almost two seasons, we still know so little about the magic egg’s powers, purpose, and provenance that the possibilities are boundless. We’ve seen it glow, vibrate, project stuff, and screech like a mid-nineties modem, but we’re no closer to finding out where it came from or why. What happens now that Big Jim’s chucked it out of Chester’s Mill? Earthquakes, apparently. Apocalypse? Who knows.
It’s hard to care when we’ve been kept in the dark about the dome’s underlying workings for so long. Omnipotence such as the dome appears to have, with its dead-girl messengers and ability to fast-forward the seasons, magnetise itself, and whip up hurricanes at the drop of a hat, is an instant pin-prick in any story’s balloon. If the dome can do everything, why should it matter when it does anything? Under The Dome’s audience are going to need some answers soon if they’re expected to hang on for the remaining episodes as anything other than hate-watchers.
Read Frances’ review of the previous episode, The Red Door, here.
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