Beware killing yourself with kindness in the penultimate High Castle
This weekend, A.V. Club contributor Shelby Fero is watching all of the first season of The Man In The High Castle on Amazon Prime. After she’s finished with an episode, she’ll post a quick response. Though she’s working straight through the season, she’ll be taking some breaks, too, posting two reviews on Friday, four reviews on Saturday, and four reviews on Sunday. Weigh in on this episode in the comments below or discuss the whole season on our binge-watching hub page.
As we head into the final lap, let’s trace the threads so far:
- Trade Ambassador learns the bomb info passed along will be used for more than parity
- The Yakuza boss exchanges the name of the Nazi assassin (who made an attempt on the Crown Prince’s life) for a favor
- Heydrich convinces Wegener to kill Hitler
- Smith straight up mercs that lame Nazi who he suspected of leaking information
- Juliana and Frank watch the new film, witnessing a post-bomb San Francisco and Frank’s death at Joe’s hands
- I realize I’ve been saying “Trade Ambassador” instead of Minister this whole time, sending me into a minor panic/shame spiral
- I decide to go for it and keep referring to him as the Trade Ambassador
We’re treated to more action than usual, with a fight scene, murder, new film to watch, and snappy montage of an SS officer dressing. But worry not, for there’s plenty of slow, meaningful characterization as well! Beyond its high concept packaging, TMITHC continues to investigate the emotional toll of wartime decisions. How does a man or woman choose to take a life? How can they? Is kindness weakness, our an interest-accruing deposit in the cosmic savings account? Our young trio of Joe, Frank, and Juliana don’t do much by way of action. Yes, we get a dope action sequence as Frank and Joe escape the Yakuza with the latest film, but it’s short and to the point. Not to mention, wouldn’t have happened at all if not for the fact that Joe knows he, and everyone he loves, would be killed if left behind.
They’re a new sort of anti-hero (neutra-hero?) for modern television: The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. And the opposite of a hero isn’t a force of chaos: It’s just some dude. They’re never quite right or wrong—perfect, or evil—but stand on the uncertain middle ground, balancing their base instincts with basic humanity. Everyone’s just trying their best!