“I woke up naked in a pile of leaves with a squirrel in my mouth.” – Nora
This week picks up where the cliffhanger-that-wasn’t-a-cliffhanger-at-all ends: Werewolf Girlfriend Nora has Amish Vampire Heggeman for dinner after he makes the mistake of trying to shoot Werewolf Jimmy Olsen (would you prefer \Werewolf Mimi-Siku instead?). Things get awkward. Josh angsts. Nora contemplates death by mocha, what with being a member of the canine family now.
Josh assures her that she can have chocolate, that they only turn into dogs one night per month and that he’s so sorry omg so so sorry please keep being my werewolf girlfriend please.
Nora gets fabulously drunk at a med student mixer, makes an ass out of herself (high five, I know the feeling) and ultimately decides to continue being in puppy love with Josh. Josh angsts some more over how he could have shown Nora the vampire ropes if she had shown him her werewolf scratches.
You know what, Josh? I refuse to believe that you haven’t seen the woman naked at least once in the past month. It’s not like they’re in any hard to reach places either.
Meanwhile, Sally is still hanging out with Suicide Steve from her high school reunion. It’s cool. I like Steve. Steve brings over two friends, Dylan and Boner (yes, Boner, I was secretly hoping it would be the same actor from Growing Pains) and Sally finally has something resembling a social life. A sad social life, but a social life nonetheless. The spook squad haunts the living room, watching Scarface and punching each other in the junk. I kept having flashbacks to band camp. (I played the French Horn. No, it’s not like American Pie…okay, it’s a little bit like American Pie.) Sally’s sad new friends surprise her when they introduce her to “raging,” aka: possession.
I spend the next ten minutes with my head in my hands muttering, “Stupid stupid stupid,” at the television every time Sally’s face flashes across the screen. She’s super stoked to be getting drunk and eating Fritos for the first time since her death and I would have more readily cheered for her if the whole “raging” thing didn’t scream “Ghost Possession: The Supernatural Roofie.”
Sally has the same moral dilemma when Dylan, in some unsuspecting meatsuit, gets up close and grabby with her. Suicide Steve calls on his mighty nerd rage and steps in to save the hot chick. He apparently kills Dylan. Again. Everyone is shocked, except for me. I’m more like mildly interested but drowning in apprehension. I always thought that the ghost stuff in the British series was silly and over-the-top too. If Sally miraculously ends up visible to humans and decides to get a job like her UK counterpart, Annie, I quit.
Aidan’s story was infuriatingly predictable and doesn’t deserve discussion. Mark my words, in a few weeks he’ll be drinking live blood again.
This review originally appeared on TV Geek Army.