Supernatural-9.18, Meta Fiction
Three things I love about Metatron’s title card: 1) The size of the wings. Yes, they’re smaller, just like Metatron’s vessel, but it’s more than that. They fit in the frame like the original ones don’t. They’re a reflection of his attempts to control the narrative and his idea that people will generally fit into the stories they’re given. 2) The colors. That is some Lisa Frank shit right there. I am expecting rainbow unicorns any second. These title cards are from two entirely different genres, because Metatron does not understand the basics of the world he is trying to write. Remember “Changing Channels,” Metatron? Remember how well genre-changing, play-your-roles lessons worked last time? Of course you don’t. Because you haven’t been paying attention. 3) The dust, or lack thereof. The real title card is full of dust or smoke, debris in the air, clouding our ability to see the wings. Metatron thinks he sees clearly, bright blue skies and so on, but we know better. The show we’ve been watching is not clean, or bright. It doesn’t fit in the frame. It’s dark and messed up, and nobody gets to be a hero, not really.
What show have you been watching, Metatron?