![]() She baits him into a conversation about which foods look like which salacious body parts: Peaches are butts, obviously, and bell peppers “can be vaginal, depending on how you cut them.” Her impeccable judgment of character tells her that Joe isn’t skeevy. Joe gets all dreamy and stupid watching a pretty girl browse through groceries. That this dude, Calvin, thought his shoppers would want to read Dostoyevsky because of Russian interference in the 2016 election is … not a great sign about his ability to determine what customers are going to crave. people, help me out!) Of course Joe casually drops a copy of Crime and Punishment during his interview, and in our end-of-episode reveal we will find out that Joe, naturally, has done his recon and he KNEW that this particular store was in need of a kind of man who could move several boxes of Russian literature. ![]() ![]() (Is it supposed to be a parody of Erewhon? L.A. Joe gets himself a job at a bougie grocery store/café/bookstore called Anavrin, which is Nirvana backwards. He finds a new home on the second floor - with a clear view of all the yoga-doers across the way - with the assistance of a landlord who reports that the last tenant “left in a hurry.” Suspicious! Joe sets up shop, managing his “addiction” to stalking and murdering women by allotting himself only ten minutes a day to fixate on a variety of girls, instead of funneling all his energy toward one. Joe has chosen the extremely inconspicuous fake identity of Will Bettelheim. I mean, who cares? Is that so terrible? Bill Cosby is out here still insisting he’s innocent but he’s in prison because … he’s not. Candace believes that if Joe goes to prison, he’ll just sit in his cell thinking about what a good person he is and how wrong everyone else was. I’m glad that even though Shay Mitchell has left the You-niverse, her PLL DNA remains, which is to say, no one goes to the police when they should and murderers remain on the loose, for reasons. You know, instead of just … going to the police … with all the evidence she has that he committed multiple homicides. Does it shock you that Joe, adorer of only musty hardcover books, is disgusted by L.A., by influencers and shameless self-promotion and that relentless, vicious sunshine? But he knows this is the place he must be in order to become what he claims is his truest self: “A quiet guy who just wants to lead a quiet life.” It’s also the place he must be because, as we will learn through some later-in-the-episode flashbacks, he is hiding from Candace, who has decided she would rather torture Joe by driving him insane through whatever means are available to her. To this end, Joe goes to what he has determined is the least romantic city in America: Los Angeles. How dramatic! Season two brings new boundaries to break. (In his defense, technically, he tried that already.) No, he realized that he can never love again. To have no choice, in the end, but to bash in the skull of the woman he thought was his soulmate, based mostly on psychotic fantasies about her and based hardly at all on actual, lived experience with this other person ( once more, with feeling: RIP!).Īnd when yet another person Joe thought was dead turned out to be very much alive - hello, Candace - Joe realized something. To have these sweet memories soured by the more recent recollections of his beloved discovering the stash of teeth he pulled from the gums of one of his homicide victims so as to keep their body unidentifiable (yet again, we say: RIP). Ah, the simpler times, when he believed in love! Oh, to be so young and naïve again! To be pacing back and forth before the un-curtained windows of an unsuspecting future corpse, feeling “brave and vulnerable” and like he was going about things “the old-fashioned way” as he cleared every obstacle in his path, including Benji ( RIP) and Peach ( also RIP).
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