Where the Wild Things Are

What does it mean to be human? This episode, a road bump on the path to the end of season 4, asks that in a sense...maybe. Adam--who isn't in this episode (or if he is, it's so brief that I've forgotten)--isn't human. He lacks passion. He can't love. And instead of having an Adam-centric episode now, there's one about passion. Simply: Buffy and Riley, because of the intense sexual energy they're conjured up, raise dormant spirits of orphans who lived in that house and were strictly punished for sexually-related behavior.

So, a party raises more Cain, and Buffy and Riley are hot-n-heavy for who knows how long, unaware that killer vines are surrounding them, that there's been an earthquake, that their friends are yelling for them. We get hints that Willow and Tara are involved, and Xander and Anya argue about sex--it's a theme.

Interestingly, Anya and Spike bond at the Bronze, having a conversation about how similar they are, both demons who can't hurt people. Spike is obviously ogling Anya, far more than previously, and Anya talks more freely and normally to him than she does usually. Their brief fling--10 minutes that changes their lives--in season 6 seems less random now; there's a backstory for it.

NOTE: season 4 must be where Joss has an itch to be an artist. As well as the ground-breaking Hush, this show features some artsy camera angles, pulling up on Riley and Buffy in bed until they are a little square of white floating in black. There was some other artsy thing, too, but I'm drawing a blank what it was.

And Giles sings, guitar in hand and earring in place, at a coffee shop. He's trying to find himself, and is still oddly misplaced. Appropriately, the following scene is in a library or something similar, researching; gotta reinforce the Giles image right after the crooning. The song he sings, Behind Blue Eyes by the Who, is symbolic too:

best-song-lyrics.com No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat If I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes