In the US: Thursdays, 9/8c, The CW
In the general wash of teenage oestrogen that is The CW, only Supernatural dares to up the testosterone levels with its mix of road movie, hard rock soundtrack, martial arts, grizzly murders, scantily clad hot women and casual misogyny. A tale of two brothers raised by their father to kill demons, werewolves and anything else that goes bump in the night, it’s survived three seasons so far and seems only to be getting stronger.
Last season ended with Dean, the less sensitive brother, finally put out of his earthly misery and cast into even more misery in Hell, assumed (by everyone except the audience) never to return. But now he’s back and the questions are how, why and what’s going to happen next?
And surprisingly for a show that’s often dwelt on gore as a substitute for genuine horror, the answers are actually pretty scary and cerebral.
As you might have noticed from one of my recent asides, I went to see Tropic Thunder over the weekend. Not much point doing a full review – the film’s not one of Ben Stiller’s best, most of the cast are either underused or indifferent (Jack Black I’m thinking of you, but Danny McBride is excellent) but it does have some great moments as well as Robert Downey Jr mumbling as per usual.
