In last night’s Wilfred’s Words of Wisdom, Wilfred teaches – from the very beginning – that other people’s opinions don’t matter. The only thing Ryan should worry about is what he thinks of himself, aww. Like last week, I felt a bit like the lesson was buried in straight-up bananas crazy. Wilfred becoming a Christ-like angel of death all to teach Ryan that he can be in control and that being the Hero-of-the-Week doesn’t matter, even when it comes to ushering into death the tossed-salad obsessed elderly? Once again, it’s a nice self-affirming life lesson, but pretty sure the point of this show is more to see just how far they can take it.
And I’m not talking about morally questionable racial jokes. I’m talking psychological fuckery. Last night’s episode was fucked up, yo. This show is getting darker and darker and I’m pretty sure Ryan is getting crazier and crazier. It almost makes me question how hard I can keep laughing at it before I realize that I’m a horrible fucked-up person, too. Kidding. I already know I’m a fucked-up person. Because this shit is hilarious. I think.
The episode starts with Ryan and Jenna running into the subject of one of her Hero-of-the Week segments (She’s a reporter! That’s why she needs a dog sitter all the time, I guess). Hearing how impressed Jenna is with the fact that Douche-of-the-Week (played by The Office‘s Stamford branch manager, Josh Porter – or actor Charles Esten, for those of you playing at home) installed solar panels in Africa and gave the tiny African babies shoes (I’m guessing they were Tom’s), Ryan starts to feel like a real lazy piece of shit, so he volunteers himself and Wilfred to help out at the local hospice. Because that can’t turn out badly.
Ryan assures Wilfred that it’ll be fun; these old people have a lifetime of wisdom to share (“Like what? How to keep from sitting on your balls?”). He gets Wilfred to go with him, where they meet the really bitchy administrator chick (Rashida Jones!) who tells them not to give the old people hope – they’re going to die soon; all they can offer them is comfort. Hope, apparently, is the last thing these oldies need (“A coffin is the last thing they need. Up top!”). That’s a very matter-of-fact way of looking at it.
They also meet this Haitian nurse named Ruby, who can tell that there’s something not quite right about Wilfred – it rattles her bones. There was a sexual joke here, but I’m too shocked appalled busy chuckling at Wilfred’s “No one inAmerica wants to be a nurse?” wonderment to remember. Yep, going to hell.
Anyway, Ryan tells Wilfred that he wants to volunteer because he wants people – namely Jenna – to think that he’s a good person. This is where Wilfred doles out his wisdom. He says that Ryan doesn’t need to be Florence Henderson. He means Florence Nightingale? No. Mrs. Brady in the episode where Jan or Bobby or one of them had mumps. She had six kids, people! Speaking of, and Wilfred brings up a very good albeit kind of chauvinistic point here, why did they even need Alice – Carol Brady didn’t even work! Whatever, Wilfred’s high. Time for a nap!
Then one of the old people dies, and they find Wilfred on his bed. Bitchy admin starts in on this whole thing about how Wilfred knew the man was going to die, and suddenly Ryan and Wilfred are like goddamn celebrities on the euthanasia circuit. Back home, Jenna says she’s proud of both of them. Then Wilfred starts eating some cheese to prove that he could do what he wants to do when he wants to do it, and Ryan can’t stop him. Like cheese farts, which… I don’t even.
Back at the hospice, two old biddies are hanging on Wilfred like he’s their pimp, and the Ruby tells him he needs to go back to hell where he came from. Wilfred insists that she needs to go back to over there, on the side of the room, to where she came from. And she gives him this look like she can actually understand him, and that’s kind of neat. They need to make Wilfred talk to kids. They’re of questionable mental stability sometimes. But I digress.
Wilfred finds himself another victim woman to kill help kill. But she isn’t dying. What gives?! Wilfred and Ryan sneak into the medicine closet and I think Wilfred’s going to drug the woman, but instead makes himself a pharmaceutical cocktail. Ryan tries to stop him, but again Wilfred goes all John Locke on him, and don’t tell him what he can’t do! Wilfred wants a pizza; it was part of the deal (that includes him doing what he wants and Ryan sitting back and letting it happen), but Ryan says the deal’s off. He made back when he was stupid enough to think Wilfred really did have a gift. Back in the woman’s room, right after she dies, Ryan sees Wilfred standing over her holding a pillow, like he’d snuffed the life out of her.
Since Ryan’s the only one on to Wilfred at this point, Jenna wants to make them her Hero-of-the-Week. Wilfred’s all “I gotta work on my catch phrase” and I just hope it has the word “anus-hole” in it. But he never says is. Ryan’s feeling guilty and he wants them to stop the interview with Jenna. But Wilfred has power now, and he doesn’t care about what Ryan wants. The question now is What Would Wilfred Do? Aside: I need this on a rubber bracelet stat! Get to it, Internets! So Wilfred snorts something and goes back out into the common area where all the elderly are congregated. He’s gliding through the room. Everyone is reaching out to him, wanting to be next.
This really reminds me of a scene in the movie Jesus’ Son with Billy Crudup (which is really good. I highly recommend it. Which may or may not tell you much about the movie). The character’s name is Fuckhead (which should tell you more), and everything he touches in life seems to turn to shit (his relationships are fucked up, he has trouble getting clean, etc). The only thing he’s good at is working at an old folk’s home/hospice thing. They all love him. There’s actually a scene where he walks through the room, touching each old person, like he’s Jesus, and they all smile at him, and it’s kind of weird. That movie is depressing (but so good. Seriously, go watch it!), but this is so much more fucked up. One old man (I’m willing to bet it was the guy who wanted Ryan to toss his salad) calls out “I’ll suck your dick!” which actually made me laugh out loud. Wilfred likes that offer too, but he wants to hear others.
It’s at this point that Ruby tries to rat them out for stealing meds. But since it was her access card that got them into the room, she’s the one in trouble. She runs off yelling “You’ll be sorry!” and I’m all whatever,Warren. You’ll have a job here at Empire Records when you get back.
Next thing we know, Ruby’s fallen off the roof and died, and when Ryan gets up there (and he’s the only one who goes up there for some reason), Wilfred’s there, and Ryan thinks he pushed her. Wilfred goes a little crazy and starts screaming about how he’s God, and makes it thunder, only not really because it was just a well-timed coincidence. He says when the olds pray for death, they pray to him. Ryan says he’s wrong, and I get confused because NOW he realizes that his opinion is the only one that matters? Sheesh. He can’t let Wilfred push him around anymore. He’s going to tattle. But Jenna doesn’t listen to him – a drug-stealing nurse just committed suicide (she left a note). Even though bitchy admin chick begs her not to report because it could shut down the hospice, Jenna’s all “we’re going live!” Anyone else disturbed by the fact that no one seems to care that anyone has died?
The tag shows Ryan asking if Wilfred actually killed the woman with the pillow. They get into this whole “yes, but no, but no seriously, yes, but no just kidding” thing until, fed up, Ryan slams down his beer bottle and walks away. Wilfred’s delivery of the line “I’m guilty… of being charming. And killing an old lady… with kindness! And a pillow…” is pretty funny, but… I just feel kind of dirty after all is said and done. I liked it, though… I think… right?
- “The grass down here tastes like shit. And the shit tastes like grass!”
- “Do I look homeless?” “Well, you are talking to a dog.”
- “You can’t make me do whatever you want. You’re not my husband!”
- “I swear she told me she was 3.”
- “I’ll go back to being a dog, and you can go back to your celebrated status as a land baron in Farmville.”
- “Are you sure it’s in human handwriting? I swear that’s not a racial thing…”
What did you guys think? Did Wilfred step over the edge this week? Was it too dark? Was it still funny? Do you ever accidentally sit on your balls? Comment below!
Oh! And as you probably all know San Diego Comic Con is going on RIGHT NOW! I’m so jealous!! Ugh! Anyway, they had the Wilfred panel last night. Check out this write-up by Alan Sepinwall, who moderated. It’s short, but there’s some good stuff in there. The title of his article pretty much sums up my feelings toward the show. It’s amusing, and hilarious and disturbing. And that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Also, here are two interviews from Comic-Con you might find interesting.