Opportunity is much like the British public transport system. It’s often never around when you want it, you frequently have to do things you really wish you hadn’t to make the most of it, and it’s incredibly easy to miss. Over the years, Smallville has made an art form of blatantly ignoring golden opportunities and plunging to new lows, in spite of a truly fantastic licence. Sadly, Wrath is a case in point. We get some development and some really neat moments, but they are mired in a bloated mess of a plot, some terrible performances and a barn load of atrocious clichés. And no, I’m not talking about the shag.
Yes there is a scene revolving entirely around sex in this episode that will doubtless have spotty pubescent muppets who can’t hear the word ‘sex’ without collapsing into fits of giggles tittering the world over. For those of us who don’t give a shit about sex in filmed media and actually have an understanding of the mechanics of ‘sending in the colonel’ it’s frankly mind boggling.
The basic premise is this: Lana gets Clarks powers by means of a lightning bolt and in a twist to the usual theme, Clark also retains his. This means that she can do everything Clark can do, aside from balancing a tractor on her cock . They spend a little while running about, and then Lana, the soulless little minx, quite accurately proves that despite womankind’s many protests, they are in fact more obsessed with sex than men 90% of the time (admit it ladies, its clearly true, you just hide it better than us). She throws herself at him and orders him to fish out his one-eyed trouser snake and occupy her like the Israeli army in the Gaza strip. Clark, who let’s face it, needs to get laid more than almost anyone else on earth, initially protests. But quickly (and sensibly it must be said) caves in and decides to spread Lana like fine butter and introduce her nether regions to his Kryptonian super-sausage.
What follows is a bizarre scene in which we are made to understand that the two of them are banging like a barn door in a storm by means of an earthquake (makes sense) and confusingly, several sonic booms. To be honest, I have no idea what we are supposed to imagine Clark is actually doing to Lana in there, but if sonic booms are involved I think he may be in need of a few pointers. Or possibly a pamphlet on ‘How to avoid premature ejaculation’.
This leads me neatly on to the standout stupid moment of the week, where we get a shot of Chloe sitting in the talon (despite the fact that she works in Metropolis), wondering why there appears to be a localized earth quake hitting Smallville (and if you can see where this is going, then rest assured you aren’t the only one). Never in human history has there been a more laborious set up for a punch line and I found myself genuinely disgusted that when Chloe rushed to the farm to find out if Clark had any idea what caused the tremors, nobody had the decency to quip ‘Wow, guess the earth really moved huh?’ For Christ’s sake Writers, if you are going to waste ten minutes of an episode setting up a bloody joke, at least have the decency to see it through.
There is also another rather worrying dimension to this little interlude: Lana might be pregnant. Again.
Without wanting to get too technical, I am acquainted with the behavioural mechanics of the male sexual organs, and I can assure you than given the performance an average man can turn in if sufficiently ‘provoked’, Clark Kent must shoot his wad with the force of an Artillery cannon, which rules out condoms (plus most people don’t keep them lying around in a barn). I also somehow doubt that Kryptonian sperm are going to say anything other than “Fuck right off” to ‘birth control’ or a ‘morning after pill’, or any other mode of contraception for that matter. All of which means, that since Clark most likely filled Lana with his salty man custard, she may very soon be experiencing the unwanted after effects of his supercharged gentlemen’s gel. (Yes I am trying to shoehorn every sexual reference under the sun into this review and no, I’m not going to stop).
This is an indescribably terrible idea for a story arc, so let’s hope the Smallville writers haven’t thought of it.
With this out of the way, Lana decides to use her newfound powers to get her revenge on Lex. This in essence is fine, if a little predictable. However, the way she goes about doing it isn’t.
For starters, let’s talk wardrobe shall we? If I was a newly created super being, my first instinct would not be to dress myself up like an idiot, but you can bet your bottom dollar it’s Lana’s. Clad in a black leather jacket and with her hair scraped back so hard it looks genuinely painful, she is clearly supposed to look ‘badass’ and ‘cool’, but actually ends up looking like a cross between the fonz and Morticia Adams. She is also caked in enough make up to protect her from re-entry into the earth’s atmosphere regardless of superpowers, which make’s her look less ‘threatening’ and more ‘genuinely frightening’. A bit like an air stewardess with a bad attitude.
She doesn’t act particularly sensibly either, brazenly ripping doors off safes and dumping a load of top secret data she steals from Lex on the desk of the Daily Planet’s excruciating editor, instead of jamming it up the government’s nose like anyone with a grain of common sense would. In fact, the only sensible thing Lana actually does with her powers is smack Lois in the face, for which I applaud her.
We also have the ‘fight’ scene between Lana and Clark, which was utter rubbish and a huge missed opportunity. It was rubbish because it lasted about six seconds and everyone knows that there is no way in a million years Clark would ever hit Lana. It sucked all the tension out of the scene and yet again the writers had to resort to Kryptonite to avoid spending money on effects. However, what really annoys me is that Lana shouldn’t have been fighting Clark in the first place. She should have been fighting Kara.
Think about it; Kara finds Lana knocking Clark about and charges in to protect him, setting up a brilliant excuse for a super powered bitch slappy cat-fight. It could have been campy fun and ended with the two of them ripping all their clothes off and having lesbian sex…alright perhaps that’s just me fantasising, but the point still stands.
On top of all of this, we get the terrible Daily Planet editor and the horrendous, two-dimensional whorebag the writers keep trying to pass off as Lois Lane.
Lois is one of the comic industry’s most iconic characters, and not just because she marries Superman. She has a cult status all of her own because she does a lot more than simply wash the titular hero’s underwear. She is a smart, funny, engaging woman, who is capable of taking Clark on with a decent chance of beating him in every regard other than superpowers. She is portrayed as fiercely intelligent and temperamental, but loving and kind at the same time. In short, she’s a perfect match for Clark and a thoroughly modern woman who has got to the top of her trade through sheer guts and ability. I like her.
Compare that to the Lois we get in Smallville. She’s a walking cliché, the rubbish ‘spunky gal’ archetype personified, and a slut. In this episode she finally gets together with her editor and I found myself sitting there with a horrid taste in my mouth as I watched the scene. It’s just so….wrong. Lois is meant to become an award winning journalist by being good at it, not because she happens to be shagging Perry White or his immediate twatbag of a predecessor. It’s an affront to the fans of the character and worse, it’s turning her into a totally unworthy match for Clark. Plus she has terrifying eyebrows. The damn things just look unholy.
So then, is there anything good about Wrath?
Yup, the Luthors.
Lionel does a decent job but Lex was simply excellent at a couple of points.
The best moments of the episode come near the end, when Lex and Clark have yet another conversation in the mansion. However, this one is dripping with ominous atmosphere and for once, didn’t simply consist of Clark wrapping Lex across the knuckles for yet another bonkers secret project. Lex actually has the upper hand here, as Clark desperately tries to convince himself that Lana is still his little angel and it’s great to see. The whole thing was helped along by an able script, great direction (the monotonous ticking of that clock as the only backing noise is genius) and a fantastic performance by Michael Rosenbaum. His frankly excellent delivery of lines such as: “What do you think is stronger Clark? Her hatred for me or her…affection for you?” and “Funny thing about obsession is, it outlives everything, even love” was on a different level to the usual. Tom Welling didn’t do a bad job either.
Chloe is finally allowed to do something other than mope about being picked on and her shared screen time with Clark serves as a bleak reminder of how awesome some of their exchanges have been in the past. Alison Mack is the only member of the cast who can match Rosenbaum and she manages it here when warning Lana that she had better think twice about hurting Clark.
In summery, Wrath was an episode of contrasts. It had some excruciatingly terrible moments, and a few that stood out as simply fantastic. I only hope that we get more of evil Lex and a lot less of Lois in future.
6.7/10


