The Following: “Freedom”

I have hit upon the best way to watch The Following: fast-forwarded and on mute. People die, but they do so more quickly, and with minimal brutal shots of knives entering flesh. Inane conversation amongst cult followers is kept to a minimum. But the format still allows for lovely, full-frontal shots of Ryan Hardy’s bamboozled face, which is 90 percent of my enjoyment of the show. (The other 10 percent is in deleting it off of my DVR.) (Ok, there’s at least one percent for Natalie Zea’s eyeliner.)
The first highly necessary moment of pressing play comes eight minutes in, when Ryan and Mike are sitting in Ryan’s crazy palace of obsessing over Joe Carroll and begin to have a conversation about feelings. RYAN: “oh hey, remember how your dad was killed? how is that going” MIKE: (actual quote) “How uncharacteristically optimistic of you, Ryan.” (not actual quote) “also how that girl you bangin’” RYAN: “aargh, women! what are they? who knows! can’t live with them, can’t find them sometimes. what’s going on in their little heads? don’t ask me! I’m not a flipping women psychiatrist!” I’m so glad that Ryan and Mike are making attempts to connect to each other—it makes them both seem, ever so briefly, as though they are humans, instead of malfunctioning FBI robots. Also, what a lovely nod to continuing characterization! Ryan’s dad got murdered like, two months ago, but we’re acting like he’s still bothered by it! And then a few guys in white masks break into an unsuspecting bakery and kill a baker’s dozen of bakery denizens, so back to fast-forward.
Back to the cult. Emma is wearing all red and so is the guy that has a crush on her. Guy that has a crush on her talks to Joe and Joe doesn’t like it and they are making a lot of alpha-male posturing stances at each other. Emma has her disappointed face on. Nice highlights, Emma! It appears that this guy is questioning Joe’s motives, and has decided to act on those motives by asking the legendary serial killer and unstable cult leader himself, in-person, what his motives are. “Do you really believe that,” he asks of Joe’s explanation that the people they are killing are being sent to heaven where they’ll be happier or something. Smart guy, this one. He will be dead within mere minutes.
Hey, that’s an Indian woman! Oh, she’s getting killed by another woman with comparable skin tone! There’s a plot in the works, Watson!
Back to redshirt land. They sleep in bunk beds, which would make anyone angry. Emma corners Idiot Guy Who Questioned Too Much and pretends that he can trust her in order to get information. Hand-holding and boob touching commences. Heartbeat touching? Does Emma believe in her boob, now? And then they kiss. Kind of in a gross way. Bunk-bed sex? Uuuhhhh. Aren’t other people around?
I think The Following thinks that a lot more people are turned on by murdering people than actually are. Like, mostly people are turned on by skimpy clothes and thumpy music and free liquor. People are not turned on by death cults talking about delivering people with kitchen knives. Or I mean, maybe some people are, but like, on Hannibal.
Anyway, now little black girl (I’m sorry, I really do forget her name, and I am not unmuting/pressing play to find out) is wandering around in the cult lodge, which just looks like the main cabin of a YMCA retreat. She finds a computer and looks for a listing in the Baltimore Gazette, which by the way, is not a real paper, and isn’t even a very good name for a fake paper. The listing is for a “Lost Heart-Shaped Bag.” THE BAG IS A METAPHOR. FOR HER HEART. I’m just guessing here. But that’s my guess. She seems to get away with this action.