Legends of Tomorrow: Laying the Smackdown on the Fifties

I have a dream.  A dream that, one by one, Kendra will hook up with each and every one of the Legends.  Please make this happen.  Please.

Hot rods, underage drinking, and a tragic accident.

Wow.  The cliches are real in this one.

Okay, look... I really, really appreciate TV shows trying to be a little less racist.  That being said, this is small town America in the 1950's, and you sent in an INTERRACIAL COUPLE for a little undercover work?  Why not just wrap them in neon and let 'em walk naked down the street?

Of course, that was a pretty sweet smack down by Kendra.  Never mind, writers, carry on.

I LOVE YOU, COSTUME ROOM!

AHAHAHAAH!!! Leer at her again, skeezeball.  Then we can all chortle with glee while Sara knocks your teeth out.

I'm gonna go ahead and retract my comment above.  I think they're purposefully setting up ways to highlight the cultural differences of the 50's.  Which is actually sort of interesting.  

So... my bad.

 Dear Costume Room, Will you marry me?

Holy shit, his American accent isn't bad.  I mean, it's not good.  But it's not bad.

Whoa, Peggy Sue there either has a serious rebellious streak or, like, the most progressive parents ever to roam the streets of small town America in the mid-twentieth century.  Given her drag racing and drinking proclivities, I'm gonna assume the former.

We could elope to Scotland, where a woman and a costume room can marry 

without the need for all the tedious formalities...

I had about 20 seconds of hope that Sara was gonna get some in the elevator, and then actual plot interrupted.  Damnit, plot.  Why you gotta ruin her game like that?

HOLY SHIT VANDAL SAVAGE IS HOLDING TUNA SURPRISE.  Like, the whole "omg, he's actually your neighbor" thing is not a big deal.  But the fucking tuna surprise?  That's a real shocker.  I'm having a hard time believing it.  Immortal, mass-murdering bad guy... holding a tuna surprise.

And now... Ray is eating the tuna surprise.  Apparently the entire thing.  Alone.  Y'all, I don't want to ruin my street cred, but... I think I love this episode.

...we could buy a little cottage in a place where silhouettes only have to be vaguely 
period appropriate to be deemed "good enough", 
and extreme decolletage can be strong-armed 
into any era... 

 WOW, Stein.  Wow.  That is NOT what we call being a team player.  Team players want EVERYONE to get nookie.  Team players find you an empty broom closet, and another handle of hooch.  Team players can be COUNTED ON, to get a lady laid.

Dude, do you think Vandal Savage has spent centuries finding Kendra before she remembers the past, and trying to tap that?

 ...your dreams would be my dreams, and your dreams, clearly, 
encompass a time when all lapel widths are the same, 
and skinny ties exist in every decade...

Oh, Sara!  Way harsh!!!  You've been totally giving that nurse CFM eyes for two days, and now she makes a move and you shoot her down.  Sadness.  At least explain that it's because you're gonna fly away and leave her, not because she misread the cues.  Misreading the cues is hard on the ego.  

Oh look, a cop not trusting a kid because of the color of his skin.  How quaint and old-fashio--

Wait.

Nevermind.

...a time where a trilby and a fedora are the same thing, and where every 
trench coat is accepted as period equivalent to every 
other trench coat...

Whoa, there, Ray.  Don't forget, she's got to get close to him either way.  Remember, only she can make with the stabby-stabby to any great effect.  Why suddenly get over protective and all caveman like?  Is the air of the 50's wearing off on you?

ACK-shully, I am super intrigued to find out what happens to Firestorm when Jefferson becomes a flying monkey.  Aren't you?  I mean, imagine the possibilities.  

...a time where the best and most gravity-defying undergarments will be available, 
completely free of that conical nonsense that one might be expecting.

Okay, seriously?  If they can infiltrate THAT MANY people in the asylum in the first place, why bother infiltrating it at all?  Just walk casually in the front door, cause clearly NO ONE who works there is paying attention to anything other than hot nurse on nurse action.

It's kinda nice to see at least one character who isn't a dumbass.  Even if that character is the bad guy.  

A time, in short, where a hint of a bare midriff is always acceptable.

LOL.  They're totally prepared to hunt down Vandal Savage, arguably the most dangerous man who ever lived, but one bounty hunter... man, that's just too much.

Until next we meet, my darling costume room, 
I shall remember you--and these shoes--with the most heartfelt fondness.