Meat Loaf's guest star appearance on House is one of my favorites in the deteriorated mid-season arcs. It was one of the first episodes I streamed on my damaged desktop, and is far too clever by half, troping on expectation reversal, perhaps carrying the faint whiff of the Lazarus curse, which has its subterranean literary conceit spawned out of biblical apocryphia, anchoring this motif in a realistic character study of a monogamous pair bonding whose attachment, however genuine, led to a disappointment, unwittingly enabling demise, and the condemnation of fate following from this, namely in the husband's revival.
Penn's departure was the disruptive and jarring note, never convincing, even when the producers scripted it for 30 seconds in the last episode; the writers could argue that the implausible Kutner suicide fits the motifs of the show. House the sociopath revolves round his trajectory, destroying the more stable, but by that rationale, I'd be a millionare tomorrow funding super pacs; this doesn't cancel its high status for me, but I would have been happier seeing a Kutner scoring some kind of victory over the central character. If the suicide was the victory, it violates the dramatic tension, going too far over the edge, in terms of screwing your boss, perhaps the trajectory of the missile I seem seem to be riding as our warm weather transitions to the next season.
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