I’d like to say that Zachary Levi, aka Chuck Bartkowski, is my new boyfriend. Even though it kills me a little bit that I’m older than he is (as seems to be the case with all of my fake boyfriends, *sigh*). He’s absolutely dreamy and perfect in the role.
Tonight’s Chuck featured Agents Vaughan and Bristow (not their characters’ names, but really, how Alias-like are they with all of their fun spy toys, I know!) putting Chuck together for his first real mission. Also included in said mission: a painting, some British spies and a heated tango. Seriously, if there’s one TV/movie fantasy sequence I would love to live out in real life, it’s the juxtaposed, allegorical tango. It’s used in some pretty random places, but it ALWAYS works. And, it’s ALWAYS hot.
Alas, if I could ever find a dance partner…
I digress. Anyway, there’s also a sub-story involving Chuck’s overly-involved sister (really, should I be this concerned with my brother and his goings on – perhaps, considering, but still) and his doofy buddy, Morgan being trapped in the repair cage all night. Oh, where’s R. Kelly to sing a song when you need him? Anyways, there’s a couple of fight scenes and a near-kiss (sadly, not between Chuck and I, but he and Sarah). It was a good hour of TV.
And then came Heroes…
Hiro is messing with the time/space continuum by sticking around in 17th century Japan for longer than necessary, just because he has the hots for the swordsmith’s daughter. Hiro, did you learn nothing from Marty McFly? Yeah.
Peter was shirtless again (be still, my heart) and with his new haircut, it’s almost impossible to pay attention to what happens when he’s on screen. He’s like a siren, but without the voice and crashing into rocks thing. Whatever, the end result (my demise, in this case, because I have no idea what’s going on), is the same. He saved the brother and sister from their traitor friend and so they gave him a tattoo and returned his box of Peter. The tattoo healed and he kissed the sister. That was a sad moment for me, to be honest.
In other news, Claire has incredible chemistry with her sort of stalkerish boyfriend, Wes. He can fly, btw. And now Claire knows, so it’s cute. Unfortunately, he was caught and tagged by Noah, her dad. Sad.
Speaking of Noah, he received Mohinder’s picture text of painting eight in the series of eight: his demise. And broken glasses. Aw. But maybe it’s like the Peter death painting, and he’s not really dead, just bleeding. Who knows.
Sylar ate Missy’s brain in a fit of psychotic frustration, only to find he can’t shape shift or create illusions, which only made him more angry and crazy. “Sylar” should become the new word for that whole other level of frustrated crazy.
There was some crap with the Wonder Twins being in a Mexican jail, but who cares? Also, Niki and Micah went to New Orleans so she could dump him with some grandmother. I guess DL’s great-grandmother, who knows. She reminds me of the blind garden lady in Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil. Except skinny and not blind. Whatever.
Next week, the boogeyman is back in Molly’s dreams. Eek.