Supernatural is hitting its seventh season, after series creator Eric Kripke predicted only five. Aw-sum! The show – aka Dean and Sam – is as addictive as it (they) was (were) in the beginning but has the story line become a tad too convoluted?
The best episodes seem to be the ones that detour from angels, demons and the grand religious bastardisations that have come to dominate plot and context.
It appears that Cas’s ass is on the line this time around. The whole good turns bad, go to Hell, get rescued from Hell thing is kinda old seven seasons in. The Leviathans have possessed the-angel-with-a-well-meaning-but-slightly-psychotic-God-complex, and global destruction and world domination are assuredly on the cards as usual. Dean, Sam and Bobby will save the day as usual and maybe the show’s ever illusive God figure will make an appearance (here’s hoping).
It’ll be an enjoyable ride, especially if biting characters like Death and Crowley are allowed to rear their feisty heads every now and again. But the chemistry that makes Supernatural a great show is found in the episodes enveloped in the folklore that gives the directors the room to embellish the horror genre with satire, humour and fright.
Supernatural’s external references and allusions – in script, plot and cinematography – are superbly clever. But the show’s stagnating story-line seems to undermine its potential for brilliance. The saga-like tone also limits Dean and Sam’s bicker time. Some of the best dialogue is between Dean and Sam just being guys, brothers – forget the melodrama, bring back the boy bitches!
It is the nature of a series for it to progress and evolve, for actors to be challenged with different ideas an concepts… but never at the expense of artistry!