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ReCape: “Kozmo”

Elizabeth Grunewald | 18 Jan 2011 22:30
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The Cape didn't appear to see the truck. He might have, during the split-second my eyes were on my notes and not the screen, but I don't think he did. Would he just drop Phillips head-first off an overpass, with no convenient truck to catch him? Is our hero considerably darker than we'd thought? Orwell seems surprised, too, as she pops up over The Cape's no-doubt-very-high-tech headset, asking, "I thought you were just going to talk to him." The Cape, still frustrated, snaps, "I didn't like what he had to say. So I dropped him off an overpass, but I didn't hear him land, so he may not be dead, which is good, I guess, because I don't kill people, but that made me really interestingly ambiguous back there. I should be careful not to do that again." Orwell informs him that the rest of the police force is speeding to him, and she uses her techno-talents to help him escape.

Unrelated: Summer Glau looked like she was trying to channel Angelina Jolie in this scene. Costume, hair, posture, facial expression... just me, then? Okay. Moving on.

Look, it's Trip! Vince and Dana's son is standing in the front of a classroom, where the teacher is introducing him to the class. She tells them his name, and that he's new, and assures, "I think you'll all want to friend him." I'm sorry, I must still have the internet in my ear from work. What did you say? I really hope I misheard her here.

Trip's maybe-Facebook-savvy teacher takes him to his new desk, and is speaking with him with some degree of delicacy. Apparently, being the son of a masked killer (or so everyone thinks) isn't the fast track to popularity in school. Trip finds this out the hard way, as he lifts the lid on his desk to find a handful of chess pieces inside. The children laugh as they see his crestfallen little face. Really, kids? His dad is supposedly this huge scary villain, who got chased down and exploded on live television, and you're going to make fun of him for it? Who laughs at the son of a costumed killer, even if he is dead? Man, kids are dumb.

The scene shifts, and we're back at the circus. Vince is using the cape to slice the heads of mannequins lined up for the purpose, which I find very difficult to swallow. He's shirtless, as is his wont, and sweatier than a dozen drunken Sulus. Max is watching, offering bon mots such as, "either you wear the cape or the cape wears you," when Gregor shows up, like we knew he was bound to sometime. We know he's looking for Max, as he grandly announces, "I'm looking for the ringleader of this merry band of misfits." How charmingly unrealistic!

Max leaves Vince to greet the newcomer. "Gregor Molotov!" Since we didn't already know he was dangerous and Russian, the writers decided to give us this helpful clue. Molotov like a Molotov cocktail, get it? With the danger, and explosiveness?

"Max Malini! Or should I say 'Kozmo?'"

"I don't use that name anymore. What brings you here?" So Max is Kozmo, eh? I bet there's some exposition a-comin,' delivered with a hammy dramatic flair.

"You know why I'm here. I came for my cape."

Oooh, cape snap!


Max is denying any knowledge of the cape's current whereabouts, and Gregor totally is not buying it. "You promised me that old rag would change my life. Twenty years in prison, that's what kept me going." Max continues to feign ignorance, so Gregor gives up -- for now. Max says Gregor can stay for a day, but then he's got to skedaddle. Then Vince reappears, demanding the truth about Kozmo and the cape. Here comes that ol' exposition! Thanks, Cape, for being so reliable. It makes me feel like we've known each other for years.

Apparently, "Kozmo" is like "The Dread Pirate Roberts:" a name and legend (and cape, in this case) that get passed down and assumed by various people. Gregor was next in Kozmo line, but when Max saw how the power warped his supposed successor, he changed his mind. Max took the cape back, and ended Kozmo for good. Of course, he actually said, "I killed the unkillable," then swallowed the last little bit of scenery he'd been chewing. Don't talk with your mouth full, Keith David. It's rude.

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