I rarely have the opportunity to watch NBC's The Medium. A shame, since I enjoyed the two episodes I saw, but Monday night is mah jongg, and has been for over thirty years.
Tonight, though, mah jongg lost out to my deadline. I have to finish reviewing the copy-edited manuscript of Now You See Me and Fed-ex it to my editor tomorrow. So after sitting in front of my computer for most of the day, I took a break and watched the show.
The episode was interesting: a brutal murder had been committed-- apparently, by a man who had already been executed by the state. I felt extremely clever when I figured out the solution to that mystery. (Usually, my husband is the one who figures "it" out--typically, five minutes after a film has begun, even before the credits have stopped rolling.)
But what stayed with me after the show ended was the sub-plot: The medium, Allison Dubois (played by Patricia Arquette), alarmed by a vision she experiences when she meets her young daughter's new male friend and science-project partner, tries to protect her daughter from being hurt by this friend. Allison's husband, Joe, deftly played by Jake Weber, urges her to let fate takes its course. Ultimately, Allison's actions bring about the hurt she has hoped to prevent. At the end of the episode, she is keenly aware of the irony of what has happened, and she laments her role in her daughter's heartache.
It's Oedipus, who fled his home after he had learned from the Oracle that he was destined to kill his father and sleep with his mother.
It's what we call "bashert." Predestination.
Much more than the errant commas I'm struggling with, and the semi-colons. And the nagging certainty that, each time I read my manuscript, I will find one more word or phrase, and perhaps a scene, that I want to improve and tweak into excellence.