I’m just gonna go ahead and get this out of the way up front: This episode didn’t completely suck ass. I know, you’re amazed. Me too. Especially since it dealt almost solely with Spike and his situation, which I'm pretty sure I’ve already stated I could not possibly care less about. It’s just that, for once, things kept moving along instead of dragging on and on until the idea of jamming a shard of glass in my eye like that ghosty friend of Spike’s started sounding pretty good.

That doesn’t mean it was anywhere near enjoyable, though. There were far too many shots of Spike walking down dark hallways, talking to himself, talking to people he knew damn well couldn’t hear him, etc. And I know they were aiming to please fans with that little confab between him and Angel, but it smacked of desperation to me. Look! Spike and Angel have a history! They used to be vampy together! He does have a reason to be on this show! Accept Spike! Loooooove him!

Also, the nudity was completely gratuitous, and none of the ghosts were remotely scary. Oooh, stumpy arms. How ever did the censors let them get away with that?

But the thing I hated most about the episode was Fred. Gah, I hate that girl, with her plucky spirit and her stupid glasses and how dare she invoke Buffy’s name and try to turn the tables on Angel with it. Shut your smarmy little piehole, cunty. I really don’t think I’m going to be able to watch any more of her awkward rejections of Wesley. (Who the hell did Alexis Denisof piss off?) It just makes no frigging sense to me that he would be interested in her. Or that she wouldn’t be all over his scruffy ass. Or that she’d really care that much about Spike’s plight. Aren’t there, like, people all over L.A. they should be focusing on? Ones who aren’t already dead? Who are virtually powerless against the demonic forces that threaten them? You know, those “helpless” ones they purportedly “help”?

Stupid Spike. Stupid Fred. Stupid show.