*sips morning tea and stares contemplatively into the distance*
So we finally hit 7x12 last night, and my appreciation for Robbie as a writer has grown by miles. This is still the first time since my original binge that I’ve looked at s7 (I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gone through 8-onward for bunker stuff, but that’s always piecemeal and not focused on meta level stuff), and while I definitely pay attention to the writers now I hadn’t really sat down and analyzed Robbie as a writer.
Both Winchesters’ emotional line is back in the writing instead of being “they’re vaguely depressed because Reasons that we’re going to not actually remember to write in”, and Sam feels like a character again instead of this weird... pseudo ghost of himself.
It’s funny; because of how our schedules all line up and how long one episode takes us to analyze properly now (3-4 hours per ep), my meta group has been forced to consume the episodes at the same rate as when they were airing live, one a week. So a lot of what can be brushed over in a binge is glaringly upsetting in slow motion. I’ve been dying for weeks as we’ve been going over episodes from one-time writers and people that very obviously did not know what they were doing or where anything was going, because both Winchesters were being written so weird for massive portions of the season. Having to keep remind myself of what their motivations and traumas actually are isn’t fun as a viewer.
And on top of, y’know, actually writing the characters that are *there*, Robbie went and pulled a massive "Castiel in the narrative gap” while also making the motw a Cas mirror and setting up a few things for the finale.
I feel like the incarnation of that Gordon Ramsey meme right now, finally some good fucking food.
