Supergirl’s seventh episode (“The Darkest Place”) is rock bottom for a lot of the characters. For Hank (J’onn), it’s discovering that his friend, the woman who saved his life, is a White Martian. It’s nearly killing her, only to pull himself back at the last minute. And sure, he locks her in a cell, but we know he’ll come around. (Right? He has to.) Adding to the dilemma, J’onn is turning into a White Martian, while hallucinating his dead family. Good times.
For our favorite male floozy, frat boy extraordinaire, it’s being stuck in the bowels of Cadmus as bait for Kara. Mon-El nearly escapes, but he’s trapped because his kind and loyal heart: he thinks they have J’onn (as Hank), but it’s the real Hank—newer, improved, and more cyborg than ever. He’s as much as a hateful douchecanoe as ever, and I really want someone to punch his head clean off. (A testament to David Harewood, for being exquisite and pitch perfect in both parts.)
But Mon-El is surprised me another time. He has a sweet side that’s a bit…puppy-eyed. But he’s also growing as a character. He’s found an unlikely hodgepodge gang of aliens and humans, and he’s coming out of his darkness. Also, I found it hilarious that he’s starting to like Kara, if only to see Jimmy and Winn’s slackjaw’d uh oh faces. It’ll be somewhat fun, I’m sure, to see Jimmy jealous.
Obviously, we should talk about Jimmy and Winn. As much as I think the Guardian angle is hard to swallow, I love these two together. The nerdy quips from Winn (plus, his delightfully frenetic panic when people start thinking the Guardian is a bad guy) and Jimmy kicking ass is compelling. I didn’t find the villain they had to confront—a rogue vigilant, not to be confused with a rogue demon hunter—all that interesting. He’s a one-note villain-type, who went serial killer after avenging his wife’s death. I never thought I’d say this, but: I miss Non. I miss the hell out of Astra.
Sure, Lillian Luthor is badass. She’s wonderfully evil (and I loved Kara’s defense of Lena—that was some brilliant dialogue and delivery on Melissa Benoist’s part. The (friend)ship is real, y’all!), and she has a clear motive. Apparently, it’s a backlash about her son’s unhinged life of evil. Lillian is smart, resource, and a fierce planner. She engineered Mon-El’s kidnapping just to steal Kara’s blood. And while I find Hank using it to gain entrance to the Fortress of Solitude is questionable—he’s using it as Alien Siri—I didn’t see that particular use coming. I assumed the blood would’ve been an enhancement of some sort. I’m curious about Project Medusa, although I doubt we’ll approve of it.
You know what I do approve of? Jeremiah Danvers! The charmingly adorable Dean Cain swooped in, saving Kara and Mon-El (even performing on-the-fly surgery). We got a wonderful father/daughter moment between him and Kara: “I’m so proud of who you’ve become.” It was sweet, guys. And then he got wise, forcing the two aliens to leave without him, reminding Kara, “if you die here, there will be no one to forgive.” Obviously, Cadmus clears out soon after their hasty exit, so Alex doesn’t get to see her pops, yet. But maaaaaaan. All the feels.
But if you thought the feels stop there, you’re wrong. There’s still the matter of Maggie and Alex. Alex has been dodging her like Trump dodging the truth And responsibility. And decency. I’m sorry—where was I? Right: Alex is avoiding Maggie with a polite smile and a flimsy excuse. Eventually, she takes Maggie to task for not liking her back—or, more properly, making her feel as if she did, and then pulling the football away, like Lucy does to Charlie Brown.
Is this a case of unreturned feelings? No. But Maggie is clearly terrified of actual emotions, so when she comes clean(ish) at the end of the episode, I wasn’t surprised. But I maaaaay have awwww’d out loud, like a dork, when Maggie confessed, “But I don’t meet many people that I care about. … Because I don’t want to imagine my life without you in it.” In the end, they setup a time to play pool. It didn’t feel like a date, but some of the best dates don’t start out that way.
Just remember, kittens: find someone who looks at you the way Kara looks at potstickers. Don’t see for anything less.