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Supernatural – Season 7, Time for a Wedding!

For the past few weeks now I’ve been backing Supernatural to start to deliver us something in its seventh season, with its strong track record and my personal attachment to the show. It may however sadly be about time for me to stop. “Season 7, Time for a Wedding!” followed suit with several of its predecessors in that it didn’t totally suck if you’re a fan of the show. This time around humor was leant upon perhaps more strongly than in previous installments but once again, nothing happened. The extent to which nothing is happening in these recent episodes really is such that writing these reviews is becoming as difficult as pretending you don’t know what’s going to happen next. The plots to at very least the past three episodes could be well defined in less than a paragraph and I’ve got 800 words to fill here!

What we did get, as anyone with a brain could guess, was a wedding. Having stayed away from any promotional material for the season, I never definitively know what’s going to happen episode-to-episode, so when it was revealed that Sam was the one getting married, I do have to admit I was vaguely surprised. His wife-to-be, veiled (both verb and noun) as she was, wasn’t exactly difficult to guess however, as the previously on.../then and now was so crammed full of Becky Rosen that the attempt to hide her identity actually made me laugh. For those of you new to the Supernatural world, Becky is essentially Eric Kripke’s way of making fun of the people that watch his show. The most meta of all meta story lines brought Becky into existence, but all you really need to know is that whilst she may seem unrealistically and pathetically creepy, she’s just about a spot on, on-screen version of internet fan-girls. 

To backtrack to my point about being surprised at Sam being the bridegroom in the face of the pre-episode Becky overload, I don’t suffer from a phenomenally low IQ or any kind of brain damage, rather I was massively hoping that Chuck’s small appearances in the prologue meant that the episode was going to bring him back. Whilst it has never been officially confirmed, season five’s finale “Swan Song” all but told us that the prophet Chuck had been God hiding in plain sight all along. Whether or not in that case God was essentially Eric Kripke and Supernatural had been one insanely meta television experiment without anyone knowing it all along, we may never know, but the return of Chuck would have been huge. In fact, Chuck’s return would have been exactly the kind of thing that I’d been waiting for in the week’s past. 


The season has yet to have its outrageous plot twist that nobody saw coming, or any kind of completely unexpected moment, one akin to Castiel’s announcement that he was an Angel in the fourth season. Instead we just keep getting mediocrity. This time around there was a minute sliver of mystery as to whether the bad guys were demons or witches, but even that was resolved with extreme haste. Becky’s desires - along with other people from her town’s - put her in the demon firing line, with a choice between doing the right thing and what she wanted laid at her feet. Predictably she gave up “love” for a higher purpose and the end result was one dead demon and one that was set to be subjected to torture unlike any other experienced by anything in all of existence. 

In its defense the episode did give us some exposition worth noting as Crowley made yet another appearance in the season. I would imagine that what was said would have been fairly obvious to most people anyway, but when the to-be-tortured demon found a way to loophole his deals, it may have roused the question amongst some, “why don’t they all do that?” As Crowley put it, it’s bad for business. The writers weren’t going to miss a chance to make a parallel to Wall Street trading practices, but it did at least clarify that whilst technically not binding, demon deals are binding anyway. To make his appearance even remotely worth having, Crowley also added that he had called off all demons on the Winchesters in light of their mutual Leviathan problem - hence why they hadn’t seen one since the season began.

From everything I’ve just written it should be pretty obvious that “Season 7, Time for a Wedding!” wasn’t exactly great, but as I also said, it didn’t totally suck. The show continues to ride the line of watchable yet thoroughly unimpressive, this week being saved by the sheer awkwardness of Becky’s character creating genuine laughs even if the writers were trying far too hard to drive home the jokes. I’d imagine that if you’re not a long-time fan, then tuning out of this season would have become a serious consideration by now, but if you are, it could still probably go either way.



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