So which designer made the best dress tonight?
”Interesting” as House would say. We got psyched out with a few head fakes — just as if this really were a reality show — before we learned that the two winning candidates for the jobs at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital would in fact be three. Okay, so now that we’ve got that cute device out of the way, I am excited for the season to begin.
I’m happy with the three winners, Thirteen, Taub, and Kutner. We don’t need Cutthroat Bitch so long as Foreman continues to be annoying. Of course the real winner is House. Once again we’ve got two men and a lady on Team House. So sexual tension between Thirteen and her boss is ensured, since she loves drug addicts and he loves ingesting fistfuls of Vicodin. Now that Taub has a gig and can buy wallpaper (nice line tonight about worrying more about decorating than the life of his patient) his motivation to solve cases could wane. I’ll be most curious to see how they handle Kutner, because till now he has been psychologically uninteresting, if diagnostically clever. Count on House’s skill at revealing others’ inner demons to add something to a character who has just seemed like a Scooby Doofus.
Meanwhile back in exam room 5, we had a punk-rocker patient whose career faded away long before his now burning out. Of course Quidd was as sensitive as Henry Rollins — hard on the outside but soft on the inside. (Yes, he smashed that guitar, but it was a Vox Teardrop.) The patient’s life journey from twee folkie to guitar violator seemed a wee bit forced, but his suicidal tendencies were useful to illustrate the theme of tonight’s episode, which was about not giving up.
Thus, the final four kept going till the final countdown, fighting much harder when House used his ”your fired” trick on them. And Quidd seemed to have lived a wasted life, literally, until we learned that he volunteered some of his lucid time bringing the happy to kids in need of it, which demonstrated that even he really wasn’t going down cold.
Of course in this way, the patient is like his doctor — since House also devotes his time to teaching kids. (Loved it when Quidd said, ”I don’t care if you hate me,” which is a phrase House could wear on a T-shirt.)
What was thrilling about this episode, apart from a satisfying and seemingly unsolvable mystery (the kind where you don’t know where the ride will take you), was the way it showed the different ways that human beings deal with the unsolvable mysteries of suffering and death.
Wilson told House, ”You have to control everything,” and House responded, ”You think you can cure pain,” to which Wilson batted back, ”You think you can avoid pain.”
Both options seek to remove pain from the equation. Of course all of this life talk would be unbearably tedious if House wasn’t such a charmingly written bastard. I live for whatever comes out of his mouth. After Cameron told him that the patient ”lies, and he’s a pain in the ass,” House said, ”Wrap him up, I’ll take him to go.”
What do you think? Are you happy with House’s choice of the final three? Did you suspect there was some way he would get Thirteen back on the team? And do you like it when House and his colleagues discuss his issues, or would they be better left unsaid?