Hooray, Only Three Episodes Left of The Killing

After Mad Men, one of greatest shows of the medium, put forth one of the finest hours of television ever, it seems almost sacrilege to turn our collective gaze to The Killing. But turn our gaze I must. For here we are. This Sunday, the first of the final three episodes of the season–and hopefully, the series–will air. To mark that, the most recent episode had the title “72 Hours,” which is yet another not-so-subtle nod to what remains of their audience. Yeah, we get it, 72 hours, three more days in this show’s timeline, till you finally reveal who killed Rosie Larsen, and I hate you for it, Veena Sud. But let’s power through. Day 23 of The Killing dawns foggy and rainy like it only is in the TV version of Seattle.

Linden wakes up–just as I previously predicted–in a psych ward. It takes her a while (the episode’s whole opening segment) to figure it out, primarily because she’s a terrible detective. This is a segment that on a better show (like Breaking Bad) would serve as a stand-alone slow-burn, but this is not a good show. This is The Killing. Because when Linden makes her way freely through the clinic hallways only to end up at a locked door, and the camera pulls back to reveal that she’s in the “Psychiatry Acute Ward,” the character is coming to a conclusion that the audience got to two minutes before.

Holder is trying to get Linden out and Linden wants to call Holder, but oh noes, it’s not phone hours for the loony bin! Linden is there on a 72-hour suicide watch–just your standard involuntary psych hold. Holder goes to see Regi at her boat and plead his case, that his partner isn’t crazy and that Linden needs to get out of the nuthouse. But Regi won’t budge: “This is how it started last time.”

But this time it’s different. Because Holder sees a terribly photoshopped version of a billboard touting the site of the mayor’s waterfront project. He goes to the sign and the camera lingers over the information that the project is being funded by Michael Ames’ Columbia Domian Fund. Holder calls up SPD officer Ray, who is somehow a character now, and he finds that there was an arrest but no charges filed for a break-in at the waterfront site, and it just happened to be October 5th, the night Rosie Larsen was murdered.

Holder continues his investigation and talks to the arresting officer that night, who caught Joseph Nowak going under the fence at the waterfront construction site. Project manager Michael Ames vouched for Nowak, that he had been there working for him, and Nowak was turned loose. Of course, this cop had done his homework, and he knew that Nowak actually works for Janek Kovarsky, of the Infamous Seattle Polish Mafia. So some sorta conspiracy at the waterfront must’ve gone awry when the cop nabbed Nowak, and so Ames, Chief Jackson, and someone with an ID badge from City Hall had a meeting in the casino, which Rosie accidentally overheard on her goodbye view of the city, before leaving to follow the monarch butterflies in California. And that’s what got her killed. That’s it. After all that? Sigh.

Holder is easily able to catch Joseph Nowak at his job at the lumber factory, since Nowak is a pudgy Polish motherfucker and can’t run very fast. Holder interrogates him with a gun in his face, and it turns out Nowak was there under orders to plant Indian bones at the site. Whaaaaaa?

Stan Larsen has made amends with his sister-in-law Terry. She encourages him to let go and forgive himself. And he is able to, after taking a few steps: First he visits with Bennet Ahmed’s family; it does not go well. Stan is there to apologize for misunderstanding Bennet’s relationship with Rosie and also for severely beating his ass. But Bennet Ahmed is not having it. He is a family man, a dad now, in a neck brace, and he yells at Stan to stay away. But Stan had already secretly fixed the light above the door of their home.

For the next step, Stan calls Rosie’s cell phone and leaves a sweet and sorry voicemail for his dead daughter. It’s a painful scene. But then it’s on to Phase 3: buy a bulldog, which will immediately pee on everything. Who needs a daughter now? One big happy family! And then finally, literally turn out the light and close the door on Rosie’s room. And that’s how you get over a child’s death.

Whilst in the loony bin, Linden is introduced to Dr. Kerry, the ward’s shrink, and she wants to start the psychological evaluation all the way back with the previous murder case where Linden went crazy, Linden agrees in the hopes that if she’s cooperative she’ll get out sooner than 72 hours. I say, put her in and throw away the key.

But no, they’re going to talk for a bit. Dr. Kerry offers Linden a cigarette. Why the hell not, consider it one of the perks of actually being in the loony bin. The first time Linden found herself committed she was working a murder nonstop. Jack alerted Regi, and Regi brought Linden in and had her admitted, considering she hadn’t been out of her room in days. (I don’t understand how she would have been working a murder case nonstop from her bedroom, but that is neither here nor there.)

The case was a stabbed hooker, and at the scene was her six-year-old son who had been there for days. He was shell-shocked and drew an image of trees and a hill over and over again. That little boy’s name was Adrian, and he ended up in the foster system. If this show was any stupider, Adrian would turn out to be Jamie, because they both have girls’ names. So even I won’t make such a prediction.

The shrink gets all patronizing on Linden, saying that she’s probably seen a lot of horrible things and that “it must get to [her].” Linden turns it right around on Dr. Kerry: “What about you? Spending your days talking to crazy people? Hard for you to not let that in, right?” And then she goes further: “I’d expect more than that clumsy cigarette move from you. But maybe then that’s why you ended up here. In a bottom-of-the-barrel psych unit. It must get to you,” Linden says with a big grin. It’s the happiest she’s been in the last twenty-three days.

Eventually, Linden talks about Rosie’s murder too, and how in the course of a murder investigation, you always find others’ secrets. Dr. Kerry doesn’t pull any punches: “She was drowned in the trunk of a car. And you found Adrian in a dark closet. What does that mean to you, Sarah? Why did those two cases mean so much to you?” And this is where Linden can admit that she also had a similar childhood incident, and that’s why she ended up in the foster care system in the first place. But Linden’s too closed off, so we’ll save that for later this episode.

Instead Linden won’t answer any more questions. And then she gets further agitated when the doctor won’t let her leave after she had been so cooperative. The guards rush in. When Holder is finally able to see her, Linden’s all drugged and says, “please don’t leave me here.” Holder vows to get her out, somehow. He takes all their theories to Lt. Duck Phillips. Unfortunately, Joel Kinnaman has to actually say the words “This goes all the way to the top. This goes all the way to City Hall.”

Why would the mayor sabotage his own project? That’s actually a good question, Duck! It is the cornerstone of his campaign. And why would Ames destroy his biggest project in decades? Unless more money can be made somehow, by the project failing. (Mayor Lesley Adams and Michael Ames had recently seen The Producers, now running at The Village Theatre.)

Linden finally eats something, and then she’s able to admit that her mother abandoned her when she was five years old, left her all alone in their apartment. “The lights had been turned off. She hadn’t paid the bill. That’s all I remember.” Dr. Kerry knows she’s close. “You spent the night in that place alone. In the dark.” And just as Linden’s about to say something, to make a major emotional breakthrough and finally start dealing with some severe childhood trauma, word comes that Linden is being officially released. She just gets up and walks out the doctor’s office door. BOOM, you wheel yourself out, Linden.

Awkward, her ex-fiancee Rick has shown up to help bail Linden out (he’s probably still her official emergency contact number), but he “can’t be involved anymore,” he tells Holder Linden is “your responsibility now.”

Meanwhile, Councilman Darren Richmond is still running his campaign, even though he’s seven points behind in the imaginary polls that no one would be running every day in this little mayoral race, because who cares that “the next three days will determine this election”? Gwen thinks he should finish the way he started, just being himself, genuine. Then Richmond lets out a genuinely feeble squeak of “Yes I can; oh no I can’t” as he misses his first wheelchair basketball attempt. But he perseveres and makes his second shot, and OMG it goes viral. On SceneVid. With 1,232 views. So…not so viral then? Gwen says it’s not her work, but of course she paid off some guy to shoot, edit, and upload the footage onto SceneVid. Hope you didn’t pay him too much, Gwen.

Jamie thinks that the Richmond campaign needs to be blanketing Downtown and Rainier Valley with posters and signs. But Jamie finds a City of Seattle pin, and that means the mayor was there last night and the only person working, closing up the office, was Gwen. So Jamie tattles to his daddy, Darren Richmond: “Any idea why she’d be meeting with the mayor?”

Darren shows Gwen the pin, and asks why they met, what she was using to blackmail Adams, and Gwen starts telling him about how he was her first kiss, and she was fourteen years old. AND OH MY GOD WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION AGAIN. Let’s talk about SceneVid instead, Gwen!

In the final scene, Chief Jackson tells someone on a phone that “the room has been taken care of…they won’t find anything,” as the construction is underway on the 10th floor. But the City Hall ID is still there! Linden is out of the psych ward! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. Only three episodes left until Rosie Larsen’s killer is revealed. It could be anyone. But I’m still saying Rosie Larsen’s killer is probably Jamie.

1 Night, 9 Dances at PNB’s Season Encore on June 10

If you’re new to ballet, Pacific Northwest Ballet’s June 10 Season Encore Performance (6:30 p.m.; tickets: $30-$175) is a good introduction. It’s a sort of Cliff Notes for the season. You won’t see PNB’s cutting-edge side, since they packed 2011–12 full of safe, crowd-pleasing pieces, but you will see some wonderful dancers. Usually this one-night-only show is extra fun because fans fill the house, so there’s energy on both sides of the footlights.

If you happen to be one of those PNB fans, you probably already know that this season recap also serves as a goodbye to dancers Lucien Postlewaite and Abby Relic. You probably already have your $30 ticket, too. So, what’s the news here? The casting. Here’s what PNB has on the initial roster, as of May 31.

Leta Biasucci performs an excerpt from Le Baiser de la fée. This tidy, matter-of-fact dancer just joined PNB’s corps de ballet last summer, but if you’re a regular PNB-goer, you’ve likely noticed. Artistic Director Peter Boal has given her plum roles from the get-go and she has handled them capably. She dances the lead in Coppélia, which opens today, and she traveled to New York a few weeks ago for PNB’s demonstration at the Guggenheim Museum.  PNB featured her in a video as well, with another excellent new corps member, Elizabeth Murphy.  For the Encore, Biasucci will also dance the Coppélia finale with the stalwart James Moore.

Carrie Imler and Karel Cruz dance the Black Swan pas de deux from Swan Lake. What is not to love here? Imler’s technique, wit, energy, and attack will knock our socks off. Cruz’s long-legged leaps will amaze us.

And at the other end of the excitement axis: Christopher Wheeldon’s After the Rain pas de deux. It takes a bit of concentration to get into it, but it’s worth the effort. Rachel Foster takes on this sad reverie with Batkhurel Bold. These two powerhouse dancers give the constrained, calm, molasses-like piece a thrilling intensity. I love Foster in this pas de deux; her debut in it was the first time I saw this fierce dynamo open up, and that’s a moment I’ll never forget.

PNB takes Wheeldon’s Carousel (A Dance) for another spin on June 10. It’s not a favorite of mine, but I think I’m in the minority, as I never can actually find anyone to agree with me that it’s hokey and dull. Even I have to admit, though, that it is fun to see the large cast swirling around the stage. This time, Sarah Ricard Orza and Jerome Tisserand will be at the center of the merry-go-round. Boal has featured Orza with her neat steps and sparkly smile quite a bit this season. Although Boal just promoted Tisserand to soloist in January, this French jumper has been dancing big roles with swaggering charm and grace for a few years now.

I’m looking forward to seeing David Dawson’s A Million Kisses to my Skin explode across the stage again. There’s so much going on in this piece at every minute; if I could, I’d press REPLAY just to see what I missed the first time around. We’ll see just the first movement, danced by Elizabeth Murphy and Joshua Grant; Lindsi Dec and Andrew Bartee; Maria Chapman and Jonathan Porretta; and Brittany Reid, Emma Love, and Margaret Mullin. I wish the lighting helped the choreography and the costumes a bit more. And I wish Kisses didn’t remind me how much I long to see William Forsythe’s similarly fast-paced In the middle, somewhat elevated—a piece we haven’t seen in Seattle for so very long. In Kisses, watch especially for Brittany Reid. She shone in this piece in March; it’s a good style for her.

How, exactly, PNB will say goodbye to Abby Relic, one of the two dancers departing this year, I haven’t heard. It would be fun if we got to see her do a bit of that hip-hop that she is moving on to when she leaves PNB. Relic has been a solid dancer in PNB’s corps since 2008—reliable, agile, and consistently pleasant to watch. It’s not just that her knock-out dimples make you smile; she is one of those dancers who seems comfortable enjoying her time onstage, and so the audience can relax and enjoy things too. Standout performances include her hilarious, crisp craziness in Jiri Kylian’s Sechs Tänze. I’m sad Relic won’t be with PNB next year for Maillot’s Roméo et Juliette, because I think she would make a likeable and funny Nurse. Too bad for us.

Lucien Postlewaite, the other dancer leaving PNB this year, takes on three roles in this show. It’s not too many for a dancer who joined the company in 2003 as an apprentice and who has given so many exceptional, moving performances as he climbed steadily up the ranks. (See Philippa Kiraly’s recent SunBreak article on Postlewaite’s departure.)

We’ll see him in Apollo, growing into noble godhood with muses Carla Körbes, Kylee Kitchens, and Lesley Rausch. That should be absolutely beautiful.

He dances the balcony pas de deux from Roméo et Juliette, too, with Kaori Nakamura. Like everyone else in the audience, I will love watching this stellar duo in this piece by Jean-Christophe Maillot, but I will not clap (much) because it’s this same Maillot who is taking Postlewaite away from PNB and into his Ballets de Monte Carlo. Merde!

Postlewaite also dances an excerpt from a ballet we haven’t seen for a few years at PNB: Prodigal Son. It isn’t really a signature role for him, because Postlewaite doesn’t have one. He is sometimes dubbed “The Prince,” but he can dance (it seems) anything and everything. It’ll be a treat to see him as the Prodigal Son, though. His temptress in this pas de deux? The leggy Laura Gilbreath.

Usually, PNB’s season-enders feel like the best of encores, where the performers are relaxed, basking in the adoration of their fans, and the fans get to feel like they’re hanging out with the performers, jamming until the joint closes. See you there!

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Jay Inslee on Seattle’s Latest Mass Murder: *Crickets*

Jay Inslee

“You never want a serious crisis to go to waste,” said Rahm Emanuel, famously or infamously, as you prefer.

But that does not appear to be the thinking of Washington gubernatorial candidate Jay Inslee, who, despite being pilloried in the media for his stealth campaign (“Does Jay Inslee Exist?“) has had nothing of import to say about the gun violence that has rocked Seattle recently, with innocent bystanders getting caught in the crossfire: a single Seattle Times story mentions four drive-by shootings (with more than 60 rounds fired), a shooting near the Folklife Festival, and the death of a father of two who happened to drive past the wrong place at the wrong time.

That was before an apparently mentally ill gunman killed five people on May 30, making national news. Yet Crosscut’s association of the search terms gun violence and Jay Inslee is entirely coincidental.

This “spate” of gun violence–an inaccurate term for the variability in a chronic situation–has at least got Seattle’s city council reviewing what they can do to provide controls on handguns. Do you remember Kyle Huff (2006)? Do you remember Maurice Clemmons (2009)? How many episodic mass murders, do you think, will it take before people start connecting them as an ongoing problem?

But as that KUOW story notes, local controls are difficult to make more stringent: “State law generally preempts local authority to adopt more restrictive gun regulations.”

That’s why it matters that Jay Inslee’s priorities don’t seem to include a response to mass murder. In fairness to Inslee, there’s not been a general political rush to policy, gun control-oriented or otherwise. Even Sen. Maria Cantwell, whose staff likes to send out three or four press releases in a given day, has been conspicuously silent. There’s a good reason for this. Even getting shot in the head doesn’t cut any slack with the NRA, and with the rise of the super PAC, it’s easier than ever for moneyed interests to target politicos who don’t toe on the line on hot-button issues.

But if anyone needs to raise his profile, it’s Jay Inslee: “Inslee, despite resigning his House seat after being elected to his seventh term in 2010, is little-known in the state. A majority of likely voters, 52 percent, say they are unfamiliar with Inslee or have no opinion of him.” And his opponent, Republican Rob McKenna, is not likely to come out for gun control of any kind.

Not that I’m suggesting that gun control is the answer, in itself, when it comes homicides. The aggressively mentally ill will use whatever is handy–like a knife, or hatchet. But it’s noteworthy that mass murders correlate strongly with access to firearms. When you ask yourself how someone like Ian Stawicki could collect guns and was allowed a concealed weapons permit, when you ask why his family wasn’t able to get the help they needed for him, you end up discussing the state’s budget, which since the recession has not prioritized care for the dangerously mentally ill.

As a Seattle Times story on involuntary commitment concludes: “The Legislature in 2010 amended the ITA to make it easier to detain a patient for involuntary treatment. The change was supposed to take effect this year, however, it was placed on hold due to budget constraints.”

It was clear at the time–when these budget issues were being decided–that it was a game of Russian roulette, with untreated mental illness and lax gun control in alternating chambers. The votes were cast. I don’t want to say anyone has blood on their hands–not because it’s hyperbolic, I think it’s true, but you can see it doesn’t make that much difference if an entire Legislature has reddened digits. But it’s diffuse, this kind of responsibility, no one person did anything to cause it.

Conversely, what a difference it would have made if any one person had been the one to prevent it.

Ian Stawick’s father makes an important point, telling KATU TV: “There were six victims yesterday – not five. That’s the thing I want people to go away with. He was the final victim, he was a victim by his own gun, and all the other people were victims by his own gun – I’m not trying to diminish that.”

Top 5 SIFF Picks for This Weekend

TSB at SIFF 2012

It’s about at this point of SIFF that you suddenly remember: Oh yeah, we’re smack in the middle of a film festival. If you haven’t gotten to any films thus far, don’t panic, you still have plenty of time. As usual, before you head out, check the SIFF updates page to see which films are already sold out or are selling fast. Individual tickets for most films cost $11 for the public and $9 for SIFF members. Matinees are a bit cheaper ($8/$7) and those who are more willing to commit can consider all sorts of passes still for sale as well as slightly discounted packs of tickets in bundles of 6 or 20.

While I’m still a little bit scared by the prospect of a Northwest hip-hopera version of The Wiz, let’s look forward to this weekend in SIFFville:

  • Keep the Lights On This sensual, deeply personal homo-flexible drama also tackles the issue of crack addiction, paired with director Ira Sachs’ experimental filmmaking flair. (June 1 6:30 p.m., June 2 noon @ Harvard Exit)
  • Beasts of the Southern Wild If you missed the packed Egyptian screening of this southern poverty fantasy, 2012’s big Sundance winner, wake up early and see it in Queen Anne. (June 2 noon @ SIFF Uptown)
  • Diaz: Don’t Clean This Blood Director Daniele Vicari is so sure you’ll want to discuss this Italian political activist drama after the fact that there is a Talking Pictures panel scheduled for the slot immediately following the June 2 screening. (June 1 6 p.m. and June 2 3 p.m. @ SIFF Uptown; June 5 9 p.m. @ Harvard Exit)
  • 6 Points About Emma is a Spanish romance involving a young blind girl just trying to get herself knocked up. Caliente! (June 1 7 p.m. and June 3 1:30 p.m. @ Pacific Place; June 4 6 p.m. @ Kirkland Performance Center)
  • Documentaries: This weekend is officially DocsFest, another mini-fest nestled within SIFF so take in a documentary or two: sing along with the Northwest-lovin’ Welcome to Doe Bay; put on your blue facepaint for a look at Broadway understudies in The Standbys; feel empathetic hunger pangs of American working poor in Finding North; view the culture wars through the case study of Texas elementary school history textbooks in The Revisionaries–and if you have three-plus hours to spare, DO NOT MISS the latest from BBC miniseries-maker Adam Curtis, who tackles the symbiotic relationship between modern man’s dependence on technology (the rise of videogames and social networking) and the ever-increasing levels of self-centered self-interestedness at the societal level in All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace.