The Palette Expanse

I feel like there's a tug of war between directors on The Expanse--between directors who like coloured lighting and directors who don't. This week's decent episode where tensions came to a head saw the bridge of the Agatha King turn purple.

Spoilers after the screenshot

I kept thinking Admiral Nguyen (Byron Mann) was kind of an idiot. Why antagonise the crew of the Agatha King by being so obviously secretive? When he started firing at UNN ships I thought we were about to see the last of him. But then he fired off those missiles. I guess superior technology is one way an unlikeable dipshit can take over.

Meanwhile, most everyone else was thinking about their kids. Even Naomi (Dominique Tipper) has a kid named Filip we've never heard about and apparently he was a big part of her decision to send the protomolecule to Fred Johnson. I don't feel like we needed more motivation from her at this point for that. Maybe he'll become more important later, right now it feels like filler.

A lot of the stuff on the Pinus felt like filler this week. Alex (Cas Anvar) telling Bobbie (Frankie Adams) about how they killed the protomolecule monster, additional bonding between Amos (Wes Chatham) and Prax (Terry Chen). I think the floating tool disaster pretty well established the friendship between Prax and Amos in addition to Amos always voting to look for Prax's kid.

The Agatha King stuff was more effective and watching the strands of mutiny slowly come together was nice--Souther (Martin Roach) getting taken out at the end was an effective surprise. The episode certainly left me wondering what's going to happen with Mars and all these rebelling UNN ships.

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