Just to keep you fans breast of what’s going on, Thursday will feature my usual review and rest of the week will be a bit of a recap of what has not been covered in the previous few weeks such as the minisodes, comics and istory segments. If you missed last week’s show or blog, don’t worry… there wasn’t one. ( that is… there was no new episode, so you didn’t miss a darn thing as didn’t post last week at all).
Stay tuned for my Wednesday review tomorrow. For now to hold you over, here’s an oldie but goodie!
Trivia: A List of Funny, Useless Heroes Powers
These are powers with which a person may never, ever be able to save the world:
The ability to dry things that are wet.
The ability to turn things black and white.
The ability to turn every meal into breakfast.
The ability to install alarm systems with one’s thoughts.
The ability to win Rock, Paper, Scissors every time no matter which you pick!
The ability to babysit the Baby Jesus!
The ability to go work on Federal holidays!
The ability to win every argument with “Because I said so!” (but only on April Fools’ Day).
To be continued….
Feel free to add your own!
This one had a few twists that I left out of my previous summary. I’ll do my best to include them in my analysis now.
Picking the Brain of Noah Bennett: After taking Noah hostage in a secret location with Peter and Mohinder, Matt uses his telepathy to dig for all the answers to how this round-up all started. He finds that four weeks ago, Nathan had contacted Noah about the round-up. He also now knows that Mohinder knew a bit more than he let on and becomes enraged at the idea. But the most valuable bit of information is a secret code to a vault loaded with weapons and plans in the event of an emergency. Peter takes the code to unlock the weapons after which he is told by Matt the address home address of Nathan’s hired gun Danko. After finding Danko, Peter attempts to kill him but is swiftly stopped by Nathan. Matt, however, is not so easily thwarted when one last probe of Noah’s brain reveals that Daphne is alive in anothe secret location upon arrival, Matt is compelled to kill all those in his way in order to save his love Daphne and does so in blaze of anger. Peter after seeing the carnage still cannot believe Matt could such a thing — but Matt just has.
Matt and Peter have both shown rash reactions in their attempts at revenge which the good Dr. Suresh had foreseen and which Nathan had thought to be a foregone conclusion. Matt now must wrestle with the sins of his killing spree. Peter likewise must control his anger if he wants the heroes to be perceived as good guys. Still, none of these positive traits seems to be motivating the two vigilantes. Will Peter and Matt turn to the dark side if pushed? If they do turn, who will be the hero? It seems these are the pressing issues that will carry the next several episodes.
Danko Saves Noah After Mohinder is caught and questioned by Nathan, Noah agrees to comply with Danko in full after seeing what destruction that “they” are capable of full. However, Noah is seen minutes later talking on his phone with Angela about luring Danko and Nathan toward failure. The story is unclear what this might mean for the future.
Noah must now play both sides as a double agent and not be caught. Can he do it? Will his emotions toward Claire stifle him? One might assume they would from what has been evident in past father-daughter interactions.
Time caught up with me today, but I thought I’d leave all the people with severe Dania Ramirez crushes something fun to amuse themselves…. C’mon I think this is funny:
Well, the round up has begun. Peter Petrelli has become the enforcer supreme feeding into th stress of a post-9/11 America taking former friends like Tracey Strauss with him. We also find Sylar is indeed alive and now searching to find his true parents rather than his next victim. Hiro creates new super personae for himself and Ando. Matt discovers his calling to be a “prophet;’ and yet again Claire feels compelled to get involved. There is also a bit of a surprise in the end that I, as a good blogger am not at liberty to discuss without ruining your viewing experience for those of you who missed tonight’s episode…. The wackiness in back, Baby!
Be here Thursday (for this week) for a full review. Until then, be sure to watch the replay tomorrow.
Photo by Fred Sway granted by Boston University
In my travels around the Net, I occasionally stumble onto gems not seen in the average Joe’s walk through the meandering wood that is YouTube or StumbleUpon or Larry’s laptop. But today I have found one such indispensable and incorruptible treasure. The following is an essay written by Holocaust survivor and Nobel Peace Prize winning author Elie Wiesel on his particular hesitation in calling anyone a hero. In it he makes the case that heroes are indeed rare among the norms and various strata of societies. Yet, so often, the heroes’ act comes to him not from his being unafraid, but by his being compelled by a greater good during bouts with greatest evil. Still Wiesel says, he is troubled by the whole notion of the hero. Here in depth he explains why.
THE CONCEPT OF HEROES
by Elie Wiesel
Web Source: http://www.myhero.com/myhero/hero.asp?hero=Wiesel_Concept_bk06
I am deeply skeptical about the very concept of the hero for many reasons and I am uncomfortable with what happens in societies where heroes are worshipped. As Goethe said, “blessed is the nation that doesn’t need them.”
To call someone a hero is to give them tremendous power. Certainly that power may be used for good, but it may also be used to destroy individuals.
Which societies have proven to be the most fertile fields for the creation of heroes, and have devised the most compelling reasons for hero worship? Dictatorships. Stalin and Hitler were worshipped as gods by millions. It was idolatry, or worse, blind faith. Anyone who questioned the gods, knew too much, or rebelled in any way was finished.
Even if we do not worship our heroes, they may cow us. It takes a certain amount of confidence and courage to say, “I can do something. I can change this and make a difference.” But if you, as a writer think, “What are my words next to those of my hero, Shakespeare?” then something is lost for those who need your help and your voice. Excessive humility is no virtue if it prevents us from acting.
So we need to be very careful of those we put on a pedestal, and choose only those who embody those qualities that reflect the very best of human nature. But even that is a dangerous game. What do we do with a hero who has done something less than heroic? None of our forefathers was perfect. Moses is probably the single most important figure in the Bible besides Abraham. He was a teacher, the leader of the first liberation army, a legislator. Without him, there is no Jewish religion at all. Yet of the many things he is called in the Bible, he is never called a hero, perhaps because he did not always behave heroically. He began his public career by killing an Egyptian; later, he failed to identify himself as a Jew. For these reasons and others, he is prevented from entering the Promised Land with the people he has led there. Is Moses a hero?
Is a hero a hero twenty-four hours a day, no matter what? Is he a hero when he orders his breakfast from a waiter? Is he a hero when he eats it? What about a person who is not a hero, but who has a heroic moment? In the Bible, God says “there are just men for life and there are also just men for an hour.” Is a just man for an hour a hero? The definition itself and the question of who deserves the title are slippery at best.
I do believe in the heroic act, even in the heroic moment. There are different heroisms for different moments in time. Sometimes just to make a child smile is an act of heroism.
In my tradition, a hero is someone who understands his or her own condition and limitations and, despite them, says, “I am not alone in the world. There is somebody else out there, and I want that person to benefit from my sacrifice and self-control.” This is why one of the most heroic things you can do is to surmount anger, and why my definition of heroism is certainly not the Greek one, which has more to do with excelling in battle and besting one’s enemies.
My heroes are those who stand up to false heroes. If I had to offer a personal definition of the word, it would be someone who dares to speak the truth to power. I think of the solitary man in Tiananmen Square, who stood in front of a column of tanks as they rolled in to quash a peaceful protest, and stopped them with his bare hands. In that moment, he was standing up against the entire Chinese Communist Party. I think of the principal cellist of the Sarajevo Opera Orchestra, who sat in the crater formed by a mortar shell blast and played for twenty-two days–one day to commemorate each one of his neighbors killed in a bread line on the same spot–while all around him, bullets whistled and bombs dropped. Those people were heroes.
Maybe heroes can simply be those people who inspire us to become better than we are. In that case, I find my heroes among my friends, family, and teachers. My mother and father’s respect and love for learning had a great influence on me, and my son’s generosity and humility continue to inspire me.
It was my grandfather who allowed me–who obliged me–to love life, to assume it as a Jew, and indeed to celebrate it for the Jewish people. He led a perfectly balanced life. He knew how to work the land, impose respect on tavern drunks, and break recalcitrant horses, but he was also devoted to his quest for the sacred. He told wonderful stories of miracle makers, of unhappy princes, and righteous men in disguise.
When I was a child, my heroes were always anonymous wanderers. They experienced the wonder of the wider world and brought it to me in my small village. These men were masters. A master must give himself over to total anonymity, dependent on the goodness of strangers, never sleeping or eating in the same place twice. Someone who wanders this way is a citizen of the world. The universe is his neighborhood. It is a concept that resonates with me to this day.
In fact, it is to one of those wanderers that I owe my constant drive to question, my pursuit of the mystery that lies within knowledge and the darkness hidden within light. I would not be the man, the Jew, I am today, if a disconcerting vagabond–an anti-hero–had not accosted me on the street in Paris one day to tell me I knew nothing. This was my teacher Shushani Rosenbaum. He spoke thirty languages, and there wasn’t a country he hadn’t visited. He looked like a beggar.
I was his best student, so he tried to destroy my faith by demonstrating the fragility of it. This was his chosen role: the troublemaker, the agitator. I gave him my reason and my will, and he shook my inner peace, destroyed everything I felt to be certain. Then he built me back up with words that banished distance and obstacles. Learning this way was a profoundly disturbing experience, but a life-changing one. I have never stopped questioning and challenging what I believe to be true. I speak of him as a disciple speaks of his master, with tremendous gratitude, and his is the advice I give to young people, as well: “Always question.”
In Hebrew, there is no word for hero, but there is one that comes close, based on the word for justice: tzaddik. A tzaddik is a “righteous man,” someone who overcomes his instincts. In the ancient texts, this would mean sexual instinct, the life force, but of course it can be extended to all the emotions connected to that force: jealousy, envy, ambition, the desire to hurt someone else–anything, essentially, that you want to do very much.
There is a story about a tzaddik that says a great deal to me about the character of the true hero. This man came to Sodom to preach against lies, thievery, violence, and indifference. No one listened, but he would not stop preaching. Finally someone asked him, “Why do you continue when you see that it is of no use?” He said, “I must keep speaking out. In the beginning, I thought I had to shout to change them. Now I know I must shout so that they cannot change me.”
Written by Elie Wiesel
A couple of weeks ago, I theorized a handful of totally useless and certifiably insane powers like being able to babysit the baby Jesus and the wonderfully stupid ability to turn every meal into breakfast; and my personal favorite the ability to work on federal holidays. But the Heroes creators have apparently been up nights scanning my frontal lobes for ideas while I’m asleep because their new webseries Zeroes is quite blaringly all of my style and a bag of hot, hot, Chilean potato chips! It pits unsuspecting dweebs and their inane powers against all the other folks who just don’t give sh***. Powers include the ability to kick one’s self repeatedly in the back of the head, copy talking four year-old style; and one guy can in fact can paint the future with a few minor setbacks like that fact his paintings are of stick figures and worse his prophetic visions equate to trivial occurrences such as the ever-popular “save a man about to fall into a birthday cake” routine. Oh, the majesty!
Watch Zereos at http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/video/clips/zeroes-episode-one/165680/
Trivia returns this weekend…. Stay tuned!
To watch before you read, go to http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/The-Recruit/
Mills has now been released and goes home to reveal that she hid the formula in and open wound in her shoulder. She then pulls it out and goes on her merry way only to find Angela outside he door to confront her deception and to snatch her back to “the facility” with a surprise twist so good that it shall not be revealed here!
There’s a good progression of suspense about Mills’ future. Her gritty and undaunted demeanor is full of the character necessary to make a great hero. But only time will tell the fate of Rachel Mills.
In the grand tradition of growling, rabid 80s monster truck rally announcers, “Sunday, Sunday, Sunday” is your day to catch up on every twist, turn and power play as Primatech and Pinehurst’s favorite rejects have the chance to become tomorrow’s heroes in this graphic novel feast; and hey… try not to be a glutton, will ya? Your little brother might want to watch too!
Knox was arguably one of the more uniquely gifted “heroes” of them all. A street thug who “got strong off of other people’s fear,” he was egotistical to say the least. Unfortunately he was killed during the whole Season Three Pinehurst debacle. But hanks to the magic of the webisode, his journey to power is backstoried in the microseries Hard Knox. The story a broken into four chapters in which Knox is transitioned from a thug lackey to the head hancho. Rather than break down each short piece, it would be much more prudent to tell you to just watch and enjoy Hard Knox.