First of all, I like Vaughn’s sunglasses. And I liked his tattoo when we see it later in the episode too. But that ‘drink named after you’ joke is old. It’s nearly as bad as one of Matt’s jokes. While the moment between the two leads was cute, it seems a little odd putting cutsiness in the midst of a ‘your mother is being executed in the morning’ conversation. But then, he was wearing those snazzy shades so I will let that one pass.

Now the episode had a good flow to it, and like most Alias episodes, an awful lot happened in one hour. Almost too much though. First there was Sydney writing that letter about her Dad’s treason, and then they went on that Geneva hospital mission. Are there really people in this world who are so rich they have private hospitals for people who should so desire to handcuff their briefcase to themselves while mid-surgery? The world is rooted. Where were we? Oh yes, Geneva. If that sickly haemorrhaging dude worked with Irina Derevko so long, how did he mistake Sydney for her? I don’t care how doped up you are, one is in her 20’s, one is in her 50’s, and they don’t even look that alike. Cough crappy plot device cough.

OK, then what happened? Ah yes, there was further development on the project Christmas storyline and nice guy Vaughn offering nice guy Will a job. Lots of nice guys around. Anyway, then Sloane has a guilt spaz attack and starts seeing his wife all over the place. Oh, here’s an idea, lets cram more plot in with you digging up her coffin. I don’t care what kind of sadistic evil man you are, no one is that creepy. Ew. Oh and lets not forget the PUT VAUGHN IN PERIL section. Vital, that. No, really. Heartstrings a-yanking. Oh did I forget the bit about Sydney kidnapping a US senator and bribing him with made up info to secure the release of her father and mother? Such a sweet, sweet girl.

So now having summarised all that, and completely spoiled the episode for potential viewers, who may or may not be employees of NTGF, how do I go about reviewing it all? I think its safe to say too much happened. Just as I was thinking of one thing I could mention in a review, there was something else going on. And lets face it, if I sat and analysed every scene as I did the opening minute between Sydney and sexy-sunnies we would be here until they invented a time machine which you could use to go back in time and convince yourself not to ever begin reading this review, for it shall never end. So, it is with care for my readers, and not at all out of laziness, that I say, The End.

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