Man, lately ER really does something unseemly to my cheese. I mean, yeah, they’re talking about the horrors in the Congo, the senseless, killing, burning, raping, shooting point blank of the person next in line (don’t forget the sawing off the girl’s leg from the season finale). What gets me is how PREACHY and overwrought and cliche it all seems. Tonight’s episode was a veritable bible studies class, where the innocent moors are raped and murdered left right and centre (because black people are apparently expendable), but the dogooder Croatian doctor “with a past” who rails against the corporate, capitalist consumerism of America gets to live because he gives a little schpiel about how beautiful it was to be a Catholic kid growing up in Milosovic’s Yugoslavia, and how his act of contrition (praying in Croation in a Malarial, sweaty delirium) gets him confused as a priest, and damn if “you can’t kill a man of God!”
Like, we’re all going to be saved by going to Africa and catching a life-threatening illness that causes us to hallucinate.
I’m sorry if this all too cynical, but when Carter decides to stay with his Dixie Chickless ipod (I mean, what, is this supposed to be an attempt at irony here?) so he can potentially boink Abby-in-Training Mary McCormack, and drives off into the sunset in his gleaming white chariot (with the big Red Cross on the side, and yes, I know the Red Cross is a non-partisan organization, but it’s not the Red “Cross” because it was founded by Zoroastrians), I mean, people, it’s a little much, don’t you think? I’m getting a little suspicious.