Bit of a historical episode on the Wesen front this week, with the guys taking on what can only be described as an Anubis like Wesen. Nick and Hank go to visit Wu at the hospital. He’s still struggling to deal with the ramifications of what happened in the last episode, but he’s on the road to recovery.
Grimm fans rejoyce! A new book has just hit the shelves, and it’s nothing like what you’re expecting. Although there is already a series of books that follows the adventures of Nick and his friends, this one is a bit more visual and a lighter read.
This book is a definite must-have for anyone who is a fan of the show. Actually, this book would make anyone a fan of the show.
Titan Comics just released ‘Grimm: Below The Surface’, and it’s absolutely wonderful and informative. The book has everything about Grimm. Interviews not only with the cast, but also with the producers and those who work in the make-up and costume departments!
Also, there is an awesome section with description of all the beasts and their traits, with detailed pictures just like those in Nick’s books.
This book is a full behind-the-scenes guide, and it’s an excellent source of all the other things that go on during production that are not on-screen. Other shows should take note and follow this example because sometimes a fan needs more to keep the TV hunger at bay.
So, if Grimm’s your thing, go and have a look, or add it to your birthday wishlist!
The Ninja’s Assistant
Apart from the standard Royal Family conspiracies, and Adalind’s pregnancy we had an episode (finally) that centered on Sergeant Wu. All of the other main characters have had their own issues to face, and their own story arcs so it was about time that Wu got a little more screen time. In the same way that Hank had to be brought in on the otherside of the Grimm world, the question right now is, do they bring Wu in on it aswell? Continue reading
After an entire month off, I was really itching for some Grimm. We were left with the cliffhanger that Monroe’s parents were in town, and if they were unhappy that Monroe wants to marry a Fuschbau they were downright pissed when Nick the Grimm showed up.
So, Revelation opened with the same scene, and we had Monroe’s folks charging at Nick. It never gets annoying, no matter how many times we see Wesen freak out, just to learn that Nick ain’t like all the other Grimm’s out there. After they leave, Monroe is pissed at Nick because he’s feeling a little used, and Nick leaves too. Monroe goes to see them the next day to say goodbye, and let them know how disappointed he is that they can’t be happy for him. Monroe’s mother won’t leave, she wants to fix things with Monrosalee (lol) but his father has different ideas and storms out the door.
Today, we’ve got a little exclusive piece for you. Grimm – The Chopping Block, which is a novel set in the same world as our beloved NBC show, Grimm, is soon to be released. Not only is it set in the same world, but includes our favourite characters, too. If you enjoy the show, you’ll certainly enjoy this!
Here’s an extract from the book:
Long before her world had been turned upside down by her newfound knowledge of Wesen and the Grimms who hunted them—one of latter, smaller group included her boyfriend Nick Burkhardt—Juliette Silverton found comfort in the familiar setting of the Roseway Veterinary Hospital where she spent her days.
Sipping coffee and chatting with Zoe and Roger in the reception area, before office hours officially started, helped ease her into the workday. Checking on any animal patients who’d needed to spend the night in one of the many crates in back provided comfort to the pets while they were separated from their homes. Meeting with loving pet owners and treating their four-legged friends preemptively was the most rewarding part of her day. Even treating those with maladies or accident victims gave her a sense of satisfaction, knowing she made a difference by helping pets and their owners get back to the stress-free enjoyment of each other’s company. But some maladies had no prescribed treatment. Sometimes the conversation was about ending the life to end the pain. Some days were hell.
Juliette sat forward in her office chair and closed the folder that contained the printout of Roxy Bremmer’s test results. When the Bremmers brought in their six-year-old yellow lab, she’d exhibited discouraging symptoms: vomiting, loss of appetite and lethargy. Now Juliette’s fears had been confirmed. The blood work indicated Roxy was azotemic, with moderately elevated BUN and creatinine values, consistent with renal failure due to pyelonephritis—kidney infection—or a toxin. Consequently, she had to break the worst possible news to the family.
She sighed and pressed her fingertips to her forehead.
After a few moments to compose herself, she stood up and attempted to brush the creases out of her white lab coat. She stared down for a moment at the folder with the damning test results, then snatched it off the desk and strode from her office, down the short hallway to the examination room where the Bremmers awaited her.
When she opened the door, they stood on either side of the stainless steel examination table, Balding Barry on the left, pale Melinda on the right, both of them with a hand on Roxy, who looked miserable. She managed a solitary tail thump in greeting—and another when Juliette patted her head—but the effort seemed to drain her. Juliette had expected to see Logan, their teenaged son. A small relief. Kids and teens took this kind of news the hardest. Or maybe they were less conflicted about expressing their emotions in public over the death of a pet. Roxy had been a companion for Logan for a third of the boy’s life. At least he’d be spared this one detail of the painful ordeal.
Before she opened her mouth to deliver the news, Juliette felt her professional mask slip into place. A clinical detachment necessary when a doctor must tell a patient—or, in this case, a patient’s owners—that she was out of answers.
“Melinda, Barry… I’m sorry,” she began.
Melinda Bremmer clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a cry of dismay.
So much for the professional mask, Juliette thought. Unlike my emotions, I can’t disguise the sting of my words.
“What—what is it?” Barry asked, after clearing his throat.
“The test results,” Juliette said. “I’m afraid they indicate kidney failure.”
“But—how?” Melinda asked. “What does that mean?”
“The likely cause is a kidney infection,” Juliette informed them. “Or a toxin—”
“Toxin?” Barry said, frowning. “Poison? Somebody poisoned our dog?”
“No,” Juliette said. “I’m not saying that. It could have been anything. For example, ethylene glycol—antifreeze—if ingested. It’s sweet and it only takes a small amount.”
“Oh…” Barry turned away from them, gripping his jaw in his free hand.
Melinda stared at him, confused, glanced at Juliette to see if she understood, and then returned her attention to her husband.
“Barry…? What is it?”
“Ah, Christ,” Barry said. “Logan.”
“What about Logan?”
“That damned clunker of his,” Barry said. “He’s been fixing it up, tinkering…”
“I—yes, but how?”
“When it started raining the other day, he drove it into the garage,” Barry said. “And… I’m not positive, but I think the radiator was leaking.”
“But the dog—how—?”
“When I went out to check on him—” Barry’s voice grew tight with suppressed emotion “—Roxy was in the garage with him.”
“So Logan… he’s—it’s his…” Melinda pressed her hand to her mouth again, fingers clamped over her trembling lips. “Oh, no. Oh, God, we can’t tell him. If Roxy—this will crush him.”
Juliette pursed her lips and blew out a breath she’d been holding. She hadn’t thought the day could possibly get worse. She’d been wrong. If—realistically, when—the dog passed, their son would blame himself. He would always blame himself.
If only they’d brought the dog in within eight hours of ingestion, Juliette could have treated the antifreeze toxicity with Fomepizole or 4-MP. Too late for that, now that kidney failure had set in…
Melinda directed her tear-filled eyes to Juliette.
“How can we fix this, Dr. Silverton? What can we do?”
“If Roxy drank antifreeze,” Juliette began, then started over again. No easy way to say what she had to tell them. “With kidney failure, I’m afraid the prognosis is poor. Very poor.”
“What do you recommend?” Barry asked.
“Normally, for cases like this, I would recommend… euthanasia.”
“Oh, my God!” Melinda cried. “Logan will…”
“There’s nothing else?” Barry asked. “No treatment…? Nothing?”
Juliette took a deep breath. Something. Maybe.
“I can’t guarantee… And I don’t want to give you false hope.”
“There’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere, Doctor,” Barry said, quirking a hopeful smile. “Tell us. Please. We’ll take any chance. Whatever the odds.”
“We can try supportive treatment for a day or so,” Juliette offered. “See if her condition improves. Treat it aggressively with I.V. fluids, anti-nausea meds, and—”
“Do it,” Barry said. “Whatever it takes. Roxy—she’s a part of our family.”
“Okay. I’ll need you to sign a few papers.”
Juliette mentally ticked off the indicated I.V. protocol: Lactated Ringer’s Solution; metoclopramide, H2 blocker for nausea; antibiotics to treat the infection. Still, it was a long shot and they needed to know that.
“You should prepare yourselves, in case—”
“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it,” Barry said, clinging to a buoyant optimism that the treatment would work. He’d circled the table and wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “We’ll get through this, Lin.”
His wife nodded silently and wiped away a tear, unable to find enough hope to give it voice. Or perhaps unwilling to disturb its fragility.
After the Bremmers had gone and Juliette had started Roxy on the supportive treatment, she returned to her office and collapsed in her chair, exhausted.
Poor Roxy, she thought. Poked her snout into something sweet, unaware of the mortal danger it represented. Even now, with her life hanging in the balance, she’s too confused and miserable to understand the cause of her pain.
Juliette worried that, despite her cautions, she’d given the Bremmers unrealistic expectations. When they returned tomorrow, the news would be bad, if not worse, because they had allowed themselves to believe Roxy would get better.
And yet, who was Juliette to deny them their hope.
Not too long ago, she had all but given up hope that she would find her way back to Nick. She caught herself rubbing her hand where Majique—Adalind Schade’s cat—had scratched her. That memory was always a jolt to her consciousness. She’d fallen into a coma and had awakened with all her memories of Nick and their life together excised. For a long time, she’d tried in vain to remember him. Eventually, the memories had returned, but in an incomprehensible flood, as if a dam had burst in her subconscious. And for a while, that had been almost as bad as having no recollection of their time together.
She’d fought her way out of the darkness, reclaiming the memories one by one, until she felt whole again. Then Nick had finally told her he was a Grimm and what that entailed. No sooner had that revelation come, than Nick’s friends and acquaintances revealed their true nature to her as Wesen. Suddenly her reclaimed world included Blutbaden, Fuchsbaus and Eisbibers and many more Wesen she had yet to see.
For a while, every time she looked at a stranger, or even people she had known for years, she wondered, “Is she Wesen? What about him?” She was afraid she’d drive Nick crazy with all the questions. For now, her questions represented a light that kept the overwhelming darkness at bay, stopped the strangeness from closing in on all sides of her. The world she’d known her whole life had basically woged in front of her. She wouldn’t tell Nick, but that scared her and thrilled her and made her want to call a time out so she could take a deep breath, absorb it all and exhale.
I need a big red “Pause” button.
“No,” she said softly, chiding herself. “That’s not what I want.”
Hadn’t her life already been paused long enough? Sure the changes were scary and challenging, but it felt wonderful to have her life back, memories intact, and to understand why Nick had kept certain things from her.
The first time Nick tried to tell her what he was, she thought he’d gone crazy, suffered some sort of delusion or psychotic break. But no more. No more doubting the truth of Nick’s words. The facts were undeniable. Part of her relief came from knowing they could finally move forward again emotionally, after having their relationship stall and subsequently derail.
And yet, she occasionally worried that something could happen to sabotage their progress. Not another cat-scratch-borne illness, but something else unexpected from Nick’s dangerous world. At those times, her recovered memories of her life with Nick seemed like a jigsaw puzzle suspended in the air by a slender thread, swaying precariously, in danger of falling with the next gust of wind into hundreds of jumbled and lost pieces.
I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did!
Remember, Grimm – The Chopping Block is out in the UK on 28th February from Titan Books. Go get yourself a copy!
This show is so crazy. It seems like it’s always transitioning and at times it improves but at times it just lacks. This time though, it was just weird. Worth watching, though.
It all kicks off with Rosalee and Monroe going out for a fancy dinner. It already smells like proposal early in the episode, but unlike most tv show cliches, it didn’t happen in the restaurant. He proposed with a clock. It was sweet, brief and very Monroe. She said yes, and from happy we went to a crazy police car chase.
The cops are chasing a man, who eventually kills them and takes their scalps, you know, for giggles.
The whole episode pretty much revolves around Nick and the Portland police department looking for this killer, whose dead count is rising. Men in uniform beware! (that sounded sexy)
Obviously, the killer is after Nick and we find out that he is a creature that collects scalps for power or something. Again, they did what they usually do in this show and dilute the killer story with some plot about Nick’s mum emailing Juliette clues and the ever-so-empty story of the royal family and Adalind’s royal baby. We know nothing about it and we only get a few minutes of backstory every time. Such a tease.
Between Nick chasing the killer and not finding him, we see Monroe dealing with issues of his own. He calls his parents to give them the good news and so we encounter the weirdest phone conversation in TV history. You see Monroe the whole time, and there are no shots of the parents. This makes the audience feel as nervous as him as he is breaking the news.
His parents come to visit, and they hate Rosalee because she’s not like Monroe. She leaves and then, just his luck; Nick shows up! If we thought they hated the Fuchsbaus, they ain’t too fond of a Grimm either.
This is followed by a To Be Continued….
The scalping in the bathroom scene was nasty. I’m off to clean my bathroom
The Ninja’s Assistant
Yay! For the first time ever I now feel a little qualified to comment on Grimm’s monsters. Last week, I complained about how I could never differentiate them, I could hardly tell the names apart (Mr German is dodgy at best)! Having spent a few weeks learning about all things Wesen (because Rosalee is a Fuschbau, and I know what that is now), I really enjoyed the fact that the show kept on with this theme, as well as introducing this week’s bad boy, the Manticor.
Let’s talk about Rosalee. She decides to get back in touch with her family after eight years (only to cement the Wesen thing). It was nice to have a little more back story, although the timing was a bit odd. Everyone’s favourite character, Monroe, has found an absolute keeper in Rosalee, and so I almost had a heart attack when her mom and sis let slip about the drug addiction and jail time she had dealt with. Way to cover up a past, Rosalee! Did her sister need to tell Monroe what she’ll do to him if he hurts Rosalee? (Quick change of heart there, sister.)
The first victim this week was Kirk Acevedo. I’m more used to seeing him in Fringe (let’s not talk about Fringe :'(….), and it was nice to see him get a cameo, no matter how short. He only made it about five minutes and…BOOM..Manticor time.
Nick’s still running around, dropping Grimm bombs on people. Why do they always freak out? Maybe we’ll never know. This week they’re chasing something Nick’s never heard of, something called a Manticor, that has the tail of a scorpion but the face of a lion (pretty badass, right?). Maybe it’s just me, but I always find the beasts a little too cute, and whenever they’re supposed to be terrifying, they never really are. I want the show to be a little darker sometimes, with less beasts that look like mice and rabbits, and more that are like big cats (anyone remember the white tiger dude?).
The female suspect the guys brought in was obviously not the Manticor, because she looked more like a bird than a lion. I’m glad that we didn’t get a ten minute scene explaining what she is, because we didn’t need it. She disappeared as quickly as she’s shown up, and there was no need to build it up. Nice one! What I did like about her was that it was such an instant thing, and within one second it was blindingly obvious that she wasn’t the killer.
I’m still taken in by Grimm, and it’s still one of my favourite, but its like a Mexican dish without the chilli. You get a little flavour here and there, and the main components work well, it’s just missing something spicy.
Keep the good times rolling, guys, and now we’re up to date with the Fuschbau Wesen, let’s have a little something else. It’s hard to keep up with the German terms, but it does give the show a little more authenticity, and sticks true to what the original stories were all about.
See you next Friday, Grimm.