Huge fun once again.
Two particular things this time around.
One - the effective use of music. Notably: the
truly melancholy strains of Mazzy Star to set the mood when Rick and Morty
replace their dead other-selves (to signal that this is an actually traumatic,
weighty moment - at least for Morty); the triumphant burst of “Seal My Fate” at the feel-good near-climax of the
alternate reality in which Jerry and Beth discover they’re meant to be with each other; appropriately sinister Blonde Redhead as just-unveiled evil Morty walks offscreen; Elliott Smith’s music as an important plot point (he
remains totemic for me even though I’ve
never really immersed/wallowed in his music); Rick humming "Baker Street" for no apparent reason; NIN’s original “Hurt” adding some weight to
the end of season 2.
Two - Rick’s sheer nihilistic meanness (e.g. the robot whose purpose is to pass
butter). And also the way that it’s
explained, in terms of the vastness of the universe and the pointlessness of
caring about anything in the face of said vastness. And the glee that he takes
in it.
