“A Winter's Tale”
Before I bring you this week's summary, I just would like to share that Dawson's Creek has the best website out of all the TV shows I watch. I just spent the last half hour (when I was supposed to be writing this summary) surfing it… it has character updates, episode updates, loads of pictures and screensavers, and even little e-mail messages between the characters. It definitely brings some insight to the stuff we watch every week.
On that note, I bring you this week's episode, on which I myself could use a little insight into. There was so much going on in this episode that by the end it left me wanting more. The writers tried to resolve so many storylines at one time that, at the end, I was like, “But what about them?” and “What are they going to do about that?” Confused? Read on…
The whole gang, sans Dawson, who has to stay in the hospital with Mr. Brooks (see what happened… now I feel guilty calling him Grumpy) is boarding the bus for the senior ski trip. All the boys yell and shriek about getting laid this weekend, while the camera studies the hollowness in Katie Holmes' anorexic cheeks. She pouts (honey, aren't you a little young for all that collagen?), and she and Pacey reluctantly get on the bus.
Meanwhile, Jack tries to convince Jen that they are going to have a good time, and all of a sudden there is sexual tension between the two, as Jack so wittily tells Jen that these trips aren't about what goes on during the day. Then, just as our two favorite couples (well, one pseudo-couple) think things can't get any worse, Drue shows up with that annoying twit he calls his girlfriend. Now I know that last week I found her sort of sweet, but wait till you hear about the rest of this episode and you too will think her a twit.
When they get off the bus, the so-called chaperone reminds them that their sleeping arrangements should be same sex (cue Jack fidgeting), but doesn't bother to stick around and give out the keys. In the we-don't-need-any-authority world that these kids live in, Drue takes it upon himself to hand out the keys: one for Pacey and Joey, one for Jen and Jack, and of course one for himself and his twit. What results is Jen complaining about how she's not allowed to complain while she falls and twists her ankle. Read: convenient plot device to keep her and Jack in a room together all weekend.
Sexual tension abounds for the rest of the weekend as Joey and Pacey can't even “come within three feet of each other” (to quote the eloquent Joey Potter), and poor Jack all of sudden gets nervous at Jen's mention of taking off her pants (so she can take a bath). “Would you want me taking my clothes off in front of you?” he asks, only to be so sorry he ever said that, once he sees the look in Jen's eyes. I know it was only a matter of time before Jen and Jack caught The Object of My Best Friend's Will and Grace syndrome.
