“Intuition” was half a great episode. For the first 10 minutes or so, I thought most of my problems from last week had been fixed. Wilfred was getting back to its woozy, enticing mythology, blurring the lines between reality and dreams in a way that’s more Sopranos than sitcom…and then came the Scooby Doo (racist!) murder stuff.
It wasn’t enough to drag the episode down on its own, but the plot never really got off the ground, largely because most people have seen enough TV (or that one Simpsons episode) to know that the old man didn’t kill his wife, but also because the mystery was so rushed, we never really had any reason to care about its conclusion. “Intuition” felt like two episodes crammed into one, and I wish more time had spent on what executive producer David Zuckerman called the “turning point for [this] season”: the unceremonious reveal of Dexter’s, I mean, Ryan’s dad, and our protagonist’s increasingly unreliable narration. Ryan is a wobbly mess (literally; I’m pretty sure Elijah Wood is more Jell-O than man), and while the final scene of the episode, in which he has a real-life, pill-induced breakdown in the grocery store at the sight of his father, could lead to greater things, it’s not quite there yet.
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