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The team is trapped at the FBI when hackers put the building on lockdown and attempt to bring the Bureau to its knees.
After a young autistic girl shows with a mysterious sketch book of drawings, the team races to protect her life from a deadly terrorist family.
Jane and the FBI stumble across a school shooting while investigating a scholarship program for football at a lauded college.
Rich.Com returns to plague the FBI as he involves them in a painting heist, and manages to sow the seeds of doubt between Alli and Kurt.
Patterson goes in search of the tattoo David found, only to find herself in great and terrifying danger. Meanwhile, the rest of the team explore their relationships to their loved ones.
Called it. I’ll take my brief moment off smugness, and then quickly jump off my horse. But I did call it. See, this wasn’t just any episode. This was the episode that created Season 2.
Apart from naming things, the writers cooked up another solid episode of Blindspot which has finally found its groove by creating smaller set-pieces that focus on character relationships and Jane’s backstory.
It runs somewhat counter to what you’d expect, but the further Blindspot runs away from its main lead, Jane Doe, the better this show becomes. It’s an inverse relationship, which is odd because the whole premise originally ran on the idea of this painted woman with amnesia, struggling to find her identity.
Dare I say it? This week’s episode of Blindspot was actually… relatively… good. And that’s a lot coming from a reviewer who has sometimes been perhaps excessively demanding on this show of wham-bam spectacle and irritating obfuscation.
Refreshingly, this week’s Blindspot was an episode that didn’t just focus on big spectacle – in fact, we went decidedly small and intimate with – who’d have thought it – relationships.
At the end of the first half of Blindspot, Carter, a CIA spook, had captured Jane to interrogate her about her true identity, before being shot by a man named Oscar who had a tree tattooed on his arm. All of which sounds fairly thrilling, right?
It took this show long enough, but finally it seems to have found its rhythm with this mid-season finale episode. Blindspot managed to tie all the threads it had been building into a neat bow, resolving questions that could really have been solved several tv hours ago, and resetting the premise for what’s to come a few months from now.
Who doesn’t like a bit of classic espionage? That seemed to be what Blindspot was banking on this week as it dressed Weller and Jane up to the nines in their penguin suits, and sent them on a secret undercover mission to infiltrate a villainous hacker’s island paradise.
This was for my money the most solid episode of Blindspot yet – it had dashes of action, some vaguely compelling side-plots, and the gang relaxing over some cocktails. It felt balanced, enjoyable dare I say it.
Was this the week that Blindspot solved its own formula? There was something about this week’s episode that clicked – nothing special, if anything at times 99-cents vanilla-bland. In perhaps the biggest revelation this season, we found out that Kurt Weller could actually smile like normal human being.
Overall, a forgettable episode that really did nothing except prove Jane was lonely. Sorry, Blindspot, but we could have guessed. It was an entirely unremarkable episode, so I guess we should be grateful for at least some character development.
It’s taken Blindspot long enough, but it it may have discovered the beginnings of what it was looking for all along – action, family drama, and conspiracy.
All in all, a stronger round in the ring from Blindspot, but still one that pulled most of its punches with crummy acting, lame attempts to be Bad Boys, and one too many coincidences.
Blindspot this week was at its best when it was giving us conspiracy. It needs to show a few more of its cards next week to keep us interested, and stop teasing its Bourne-lite premise and commit.
Blindspot appropriates the breathless, intense, massive-hangover-shaky-handheld cam of 24 and slathers it all over a pretty bad – at times, embarrassing – script to serve it up as hard-boiled, high-quality TV. This show wants to be something that it cannot yet be: authentic.