I'd not been totally spoiled, you see. I knew there were bad things coming, but didn't know the specifics - I'm not sure it made it any better. Although, unlike some of my flist, I didn't mind the exploding tumours - perfectly happy to handwave them. What I didn't like was Carson not hassling himself and his assistant and the patient out of the infirmary as soon as the bloody thing was out of Watson. Stupid, Carson, stupid!
I thought the bagpipes were a bit much too - though I can totally see why they used them. But it flashed me back to the horribly cheesy Spock's funeral at the end of The Wrath of Kahn, and spoiled the mood a touch for me.
If the horrible 'you're all dooomed' feeling hadn't been looming, the rest of the episode would have been great. Although the possible John/Teyla canon shipping was a bloody pain in the arse.
John - divorced!
Rodney/Katie - aww, sweet (although, grump, what about John, eh? Forgot your boyfriend, did you?)
John/Ronon - "Or a man?" *squeee*
Radek - trades! Massage!
Lorne - painting!
I feel there's hardly any need to go on.
I do wonder whether the writer's were putting every fan-girl's Mary Sue into Katie brown this ep though. And maybe their own confusion at McKay's fangirl army into Rodney's mouth too. Which actually reconciles me to the whole thing a lot more.
Anyway. Cute. Sad. Sweet. Sniff.
My stomach hurting from the tension in many ways is an excellent review all on its own.