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What happens when you find out your new fad thinks he’s a four hundred years old immortal?  The fairy dust settles, you change the locks on your door, and swap out your cell number.  Sara Dillane is quickly making tracks but she did happen to find a gray hair on John Amsterdam, indicative his aging is now progressing.  I wonder why after 400 hundred years he forgot that women get a little freaked when you suffocate, call all the time, recite their family secrets, and presume you’re in love before the words aren’t actually spoken.  It would be unforgivable if he were banking this presumption on his looks or status.  But the irony of a guy banking this presumption on a heart attack in the subway, a guy who is what he says he is despite how crazy, makes the irrational adorable.  He’s desperate to find
The One so that he can grow old with her.  I think he should find The One, offer her immortality and live out your life.

At my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary I commented to my mother that fifty years didn’t seem long enough to spend with The One.  That’s when she knew I was in love.  I married The One the next summer.  Ten years later, fifty years still doesn’t seem long enough, despite how adorable I think Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is.  I just have a thing for Danes.  Yes, I know John Amsterdam is Dutch, but Nikolaj is Danish, as was my great-grandfather Hans Peter Lund who married one of my many Cherokee grandmothers. My husband’s ancestry also traces back to Danish shores as well.  My real last name is Denson.  If my husband and I are blessed to celebrate our fiftieth, hopefully we will have at least one album of a biking trip across Denmark. Go Copenhagen!!

Back to the show:  The 1960’s flashbacks didn’t offer a huge challenge to the make-up and costume department, but learning the story of his association with AA and the secret to his and Omar’s abiding love added to the spirit of closure lacing the show.  The cuts back and forth and the intertwining murder case added an excellence in writing, as did the writing of his AA journals with language that transcended the changing dialects of our country:  “secured the affection of a good woman.” While I’m complimenting the writer, I must say I love how fast the murder case moves within the story.  There are no long drawn out conversations where details are hashed over in an unnatural way.  The watcher has to be clever to keep up, yet the details let loose still allow you to guess the murderer.

I also enjoyed the new boss who can’t decide whether to be girly or one of the guys.  Have we seen her before?  I’m glad she pointed out that Eva wears heals to work.  That bespeaks a girl in love wanting to impress . . .

John Amsterdam should have listened to Omar, the one person who exists past his secret.  He asked right off the bat after the heart attack, “What does ‘souls joined’ really mean?” John should really ask himself that question before he plows through subway footage once more or walks 36 past Sara’s door one too many times and gets slapped with a restraining order.  In the meantime, I can’t wait until he finally meets Eva’s family and John jumps right in with his foreign languages and history trivia.  This will be fun.

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