Dollhouse, you don’t fight fair. First you stick Lee Adama into the second season premiere, and now you’re throwing Colonel Tigh at us? Cheap, cheap! You know I can’t resist that nerd wank-job.

This episode plays out like some sort of retarded Dollhouse-riff on Freaky Friday. I thought the whole concept of a Dollhouse was gimmicky, but now they’re just piling gimmick on top of gimmick on top of gimmick. It’s like some sort of fucked up salad with gummy bears and cookies and slices of pizza and nothing really makes sense and you just think they’re trying too hard.

Echo’s client is some fucked up college professor who wants to slam a student of his. For some reason his ideal student is a complete bimbo who disregards his field of study and has pigtails. Right. Gotcha. Meanwhile Colonel Tigh plays the Uncle of some sociopath, who likes to use some paralytic on women and dress them up and make them play house. Because he’s got like control issues and shit. Make them play house like dolls. See what they’re doing there?

Somehow, the sociopath, who had come to inhabit the doll Victor’s body, swaps physical bodies with Echo’s imprint. I think the entire point of this exercise was to show a dude who thinks he’s a chick dressed up like a preppy booty-popping in a nightclub. Cheap laughs man, you got them. If you didn’t see the episode, this probably doesn’t make any sense, and you’re better off. But if you did see the episode, you exactly what I mean, and come here, I’ll hug you and hold you tight.

The whole thing makes me wonder how you could not notice that you’ve swapped your body for that of the opposite gender’s. I know I’m being ridiculous and I should probably be extending my suspension of disbelief, but I mean, seriously? You can’t notice that you’re dressed like some yuppie douchebag, and you no longer have a pair of breasts and a vagina? If only, if only that was this show’s worst problem.

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