Nobody’s suggesting that life in a quarantine zone is any fun, but at least there isn’t baseball. At least there’s that. When society starts to crumble and freedoms begin to erode, the upside is that all our worst traditions fall away as well, and by that I mean there is no more baseball. Bleeding orifices? Fine, as long as there’s no more baseball. Goodbye forever, baseball.
But Containment is essentially a horror show, so this week it introduced the startling concept that even in plague times, baseball will continue. In one of the rare instances in which we found out how the outside world felt about this cordon situation, talking heads on TV debated about the appropriateness of letting the Atlanta Braves continue their season. The obvious answer was “delete baseball,” but in the world of Containment, the citizens seemed to feel that continuing to pretend to enjoy baseball would be a way to honor those trapped inside the cordon without food or communication. In its darkest reveal yet, Containment was clearly suggesting that the world is hell and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.
Which is not to say “He Stilled the Rising Tumult” was a good episode. It was not! Deadly boring and drowned out by the squeal of wheel-spinning, this episode found its characters give in to the heat-stroke malaise afflicting its literal hot zone. Not a lot happened, and what did happen was a snooze-fest in general. Much like a certain sport! But friendships were strengthened, child actors were hugged, and Jake wore that sexily disgusting tank top again. Never mad about that.
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This episode was all about side-quests, as its various characters ventured out into the open to achieve small-scale goals. Lex began the episode attempting to goad faux-Drudge into helping him look into the government cover-up of the virus’ origins; instead, he ended up devoting all his time to convincing a gentle old man to unchain himself from a radiator. Because, again, the world outside the cordon had decided to go about its business with an aggressive zeal, the building the man had chained himself in was set to be demolished, and he was refusing to budge because from there he could peer into his own apartment inside the cordon where his daughter was trapped. A heartbreaking concept? Sort of. But the execution was as somber and low-energy as possible. Lex looked like he was about to nod off during the man’s various monologues, proving that Lex is absolutely the audience surrogate on this show.
NEXT: More meth-heads on ATVs!