Last week’s White Collar didn’t give me a whole lot to work with, to be honest. I appreciate the focus on Neal and Peter’s bromance, but I would like to focus on Neal’s abs more. However, it did exhibit a classic rule of TV—one so classic, it predates TV. I’m talking, of course, of Chekhov’s Gun, or in this case, the douchebag boss’s booze. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, Chekhov’s Gun refers to a saying credited to the playwright Anton Chekhov, where he said that if a gun appeared on the mantelpiece in act 1, it had to go off in act 2. In this case, the focus on the ritual of the booze in the beginning, coupled with Peter’s initial refusal to drink it, meant that at least Peter was going to be poisoned by that booze by the end. Of course I didn’t know who was going to do the poisoning at the beginning—I’m pretty sure she hadn’t been introduced yet—but I knew that a poisoning was undoubtedly going to occur. And occur it did. Next week: some shit about a music box, I don’t even know.
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