24 -The Morning After
Episode 5: 11:00 AM to 12:00 PM
Bruce's Five-Point Review:
1. First off, Jack's kill-count is nowhere near where it should be this far into the season. Only one kill this week? Come on! Granted, it was a scissors-to-the-neck shot, so he gets a few artistic bonus points for that, but it's still only one dead bad guy.
2. I don't care if Chloe's boy-toy was set up by someone in the White house, Jack should still wipe the floor with his ass. When that punk lawyered up, the proper CTU response should have been:
You want a lawyer, you little piece of shit? Fine! Meet our public defender, Jack Bauer, author of "Confessions in 120 Volts Or Less". Councilor, he's all yours. We'll be right outside if you need anything.
3. Edgar, Edgar, Edgar, how can I put this to you gently? You're never going to get into Chloe's pants. I'm surprised you can even get into your own pants without some form of mechanical assistance, you dopey-looking fat fuck.
4. That emotional (boredom is an emotion, right?) Jack/Audrey reunion scene was infinitely longer than it needed to be. I was looking forward to a "Hey, Aud, wassup?" as he passed her by in the corridor. Or better yet , "Hey, Blondie, could you get Mr. Buchanan and me some coffee? (pats Audrey on ass as she heads toward the kitchen) Thanks, babe."
5. They suck at screening bags.
Bruce's Five-Point Review:
1. First off, Jack's kill-count is nowhere near where it should be this far into the season. Only one kill this week? Come on! Granted, it was a scissors-to-the-neck shot, so he gets a few artistic bonus points for that, but it's still only one dead bad guy.
2. I don't care if Chloe's boy-toy was set up by someone in the White house, Jack should still wipe the floor with his ass. When that punk lawyered up, the proper CTU response should have been:
You want a lawyer, you little piece of shit? Fine! Meet our public defender, Jack Bauer, author of "Confessions in 120 Volts Or Less". Councilor, he's all yours. We'll be right outside if you need anything.
3. Edgar, Edgar, Edgar, how can I put this to you gently? You're never going to get into Chloe's pants. I'm surprised you can even get into your own pants without some form of mechanical assistance, you dopey-looking fat fuck.
4. That emotional (boredom is an emotion, right?) Jack/Audrey reunion scene was infinitely longer than it needed to be. I was looking forward to a "Hey, Aud, wassup?" as he passed her by in the corridor. Or better yet , "Hey, Blondie, could you get Mr. Buchanan and me some coffee? (pats Audrey on ass as she heads toward the kitchen) Thanks, babe."
5. They suck at screening bags.
