This review is in cooperation with Voice of TV
Photos courtesy BBC America
Previously, on Orphan Black: There’s a whole lot of science I don’t understand, but it doesn’t matter one whit, because this is entertaining as Hell. Tatiana Maslany was introduced to the world at large after successfully working in Canada for years (she was ours first!) and proved herself to be an actress of incredible depth while playing up to eight different versions of her clone self and making each and every one an individual, unique character, immediately identifiable as her own person.
Betraying Cosima is like setting a bag of kittens on fire, and Delphine needs to be hit by a train.
The clones discover their artificial DNA is patented, which makes them someone’s property, and that just creeps me out. I hope one of these clones is a lawyer.
Sarah, the clone we’re most invested in and who has the best foster brother ever, Felix (Jordan Gavaris) has her daughter and foster mother kidnapped (so it seems, but I wouldn’t doubt it was made to look that way to throw people off the scent while Mrs. S’s people secreted them out of the country) Alison: Craft Room Clone, passively aggressively killed Aynsley (Natalie Lisinska) a nosy neighbour, (as one does in the suburbs) in the mistaken assumption said neighbour was her watcher. Oops.
And Cosima, PhD Candidate Clone, is sick, really sick, with some respiratory issue that’s also made two other clones sick, and she’s is also under the thrall of Delphine (Evelyne Brochu) a minion of Dr. Leekey (Matt Brewer) who wants the clones under his control, as does posh Rachel, the Proclone, who has a sort of distasteful and dismissive attitude towards her sisters. I think that attitude will be beaten out of her by season’s end when someone treats her just like they’re treating the other girls. You know, like property. Just a guess. Oh, yeah: and Helena, a religious extremist who likes to kill people, carve wings into her back and got shot in the chest and seems to be just fine. Can’t keep a good clone down, kids. Allons-y!
The episode starts with Sarah running, which is appropriate, since I think Sarah has been running, literally and figuratively, for most of her life. In season one, she’d returned from almost a year of running around God-knows-where with the reprehensible Vic. Her foster mother, the fabulous Mrs. S. (Maria Doyle Kennedy) had said she started running off when she became of age, and her plan when she became somewhat aware of of the existence of her sisters, was to steal clone cop Beth’s 75 grand and run off with foster brother Felix and daughter Kira (a complete anomaly on her own) to a whole new life. If there’s one thing our Sarah can do, it’s run.
In season one, Sarah felt trapped. She had taken Beth’s identity, was trying to live her life and her job, was trying to convince people she was someone she wasn’t. Even her initial interactions with Mrs. S and Kira weren’t on her terms. Learning about the realities of her origin as a clone sent her into a free-fall of helplessness. Losing Kira and Mrs. S could have sent her shivering into a corner, rocking back and forth, waiting for someone from the DYAD institute to come and get her, or worse, one of Helena’s whacked out fish buddies.
But instead, Sarah did what she does best. She ran. She turned this game around to her advantage. When you’re in a game you don’t understand and you’re scared and floundering, you change the rules, which Sarah did, and brilliantly. Sarah took it to the place she knows best: the street. She arranged meetings and didn’t show up, sending skaters in her place and sent the people hunting her to a place where everyone looked like little street rat Sarah, then borrowed a phone from some cheeky little monkey on the bus (no, you can’t touch her boob. Who raised you, kid? God).
All this leads Sarah to the DYAD Institute, for a fancy function where she impersonates Cosima, who has accepted a position at the institute and is at home coughing up blood, having made Delphine promise that she would run her own tests and not take her samples to DYAD. “My biology, my decision,” she tells Delphine, which is fabulous in theory and something I wholeheartedly support and agree with, but decades, if not centuries of battling for a woman’s right over her own biology have taught us that this can only come to tears. And oh, look, there’s that liar, Delphine, handing a vial of Cosima’s blood over to Dr. Leekey. I bet it’s still warm. While I do believe Delphine has legitimate feelings for Cosima and is honestly torn between those feelings and her duty to Leekey, and she does want Cosima to get healthy, I honestly don’t care. Betraying Cosima is like setting a bag of kittens on fire, and Delphine needs to be hit by a train.
Sarah’s at the DYAD, having been led to believe, by Rachel, that her family is there. They’re not. Evidently Helena’s crew have them, although I’m not all that convinced. I mean, who tells the truth on this show? Rachel, in her arrogance, assumes Sarah won’t hurt her when she discovers the truth. It’s extremely satisfying when Rachel is proved oh, so very, very wrong. Why Sarah left her alive is beyond me, but I guess there are only so many things you can run from.
*Felix is my spirit animal.
*Alison and Ramon the suburban prescription drug/pot/gun dealer/Big Lots employee need their own show. Come back and flirt with Felix some more, Ramon. And how *is* your mother? If I lived in the suburbs, this would be my life, too.
*Kill the leading lady and take her role in the musical. Not the first time that’s happened, surely.
*Do we need Paul? We don’t need Paul. Sarah’s gotten herself some hunny-pot a few times now, can he go away? He bores us.
*Hand to God, people, stop calling them ‘assless chaps.’ They’re just chaps. ALL chaps are assless. If they weren’t, they’d just be pants. #PetPeeve