Review: Rick and Morty, "Field of Dreams" | Season 9, Episode 10
No one has a catch, but otherwise, it's good stuff
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Did you have a good childhood? I suppose that’s a personal question, and it’s one I’m not even sure I have an answer for myself. There was a lot that wasn’t good about it, but I was fed and clothed, I wasn’t beaten or molested, I’m still on speaking terms with my family, and I’ve managed to survive into my late 40s without doing too much damage. It’s hard to call that a win, exactly, but it could be worse. Some days, that’s all that keeps me going: it could be worse.
Thankfully I don’t have access to the multiverse, which means I’ll never know for sure how right I am. Unlike Morty, I also won’t have to deal with the deaths of everyone close to me, or having to learn first hand what it’s like to move into a place that’s almost, but not exactly, the same as everything I’ve ever known. I also won’t be tempted by a “perfect” family, only to learn they aren’t so perfect after all. On the downside, I won’t ever be able to visit a universe where everyone is a sentient piece of bread. Life is about trade-offs.
“Field of Dreams” is a good closer to a good season. Again we find the show trying and largely succeeding to mine humor and emotional depth out of the endlessly dysfunctional adventures of the Smith family; in this case, it’s Morty going “funeral hopping” to get a second-hand high off of hearing variations of his loved ones mourning “his” death. One family is particularly upset about losing their Mort, and our hero accidentally reveals himself to them, and gets sucked into their seemingly endless affection. But there’s a downside, of course.
