That's the sound of people vomiting after this incredibly over-the-top maudlin episode.
Where to begin?
You don't have to have a college degree to become a cop, yet Rollins somehow magically is qualified to be a professor at Fordham University. You know, the top-ranked Catholic University in NYC, where tenured faculty pretty much all have Ph. Ds. Rollins has a Ph. D.? She can barely figure out whose bed she just hopped out of.
Benson and Rollins crack down on some small town motel peeper and his brother. Do NYC cops have jurisdiction outside of the city? These two sure act like they do, barging around the place, including behind the desk, and ordering people around. They also get into what seems to be an illegal sting operation because, again, they're not officers with jurisdiction and have no authority, court or otherwise.
The ever whiny and teststerone-low Carisi continues his slide into eunochdom.
Benson and Rollins exchange weepy confessions of deep friendship for one another. Really? Yeah, they've occasionally been over at each other's homes for the requisite "we're not enemies" moments, but exactly when were they bestest buddies?
OMG, the kid who plays Noah can't act and there's no chemistry between him and Benson, but they somehow managed to top that with the weirdest, most Stepford Wives family I've ever seen. If you laugh at how families are shown in old shows like Leave it to Beaver and somehow don't see how odd and stiff this family is, get to an optometrist stat! Even what they say is weird, like "I hope this doesn't give you a negative impression of our little town." WHO TALKS LIKE THIS?
Just another self-indulgent, soap episode. Just when you think SVU can't get worse.
