For the past few weeks now I’ve been backing Supernatural to start to deliver us something in its seventh season, with its strong track record and my personal attachment to the show. It may however sadly be about time for me to stop. “Season 7, Time for a Wedding!” followed suit with several of its predecessors in that it didn’t totally suck if you’re a fan of the show. This time around humor was leant upon perhaps more strongly than in previous installments but once again, nothing happened. The extent to which nothing is happening in these recent episodes really is such that writing these reviews is becoming as difficult as pretending you don’t know what’s going to happen next. The plots to at very least the past three episodes could be well defined in less than a paragraph and I’ve got 800 words to fill here!
What we did get, as anyone with a brain could guess, was a wedding. Having stayed away from any promotional material for the season, I never definitively know what’s going to happen episode-to-episode, so when it was revealed that Sam was the one getting married, I do have to admit I was vaguely surprised. His wife-to-be, veiled (both verb and noun) as she was, wasn’t exactly difficult to guess however, as the previously on…/then and now was so crammed full of Becky Rosen that the attempt to hide her identity actually made me laugh. For those of you new to the Supernatural world, Becky is essentially Eric Kripke’s way of making fun of the people that watch his show. The most meta of all meta story lines brought Becky into existence, but all you really need to know is that whilst she may seem unrealistically and pathetically creepy, she’s just about a spot on, on-screen version of internet fan-girls.