4.10 The Trial Of The Flash And after all my grousing early in the season about how the show was leaning too hard on villain-of-the-week, overly jokey, low-stakes stories, it’s been refreshing to see how The Flash has course corrected over the last few episodes, without turning into the relentlessly grim race against time that defined so much of season three. These are all very good things. But everything else? Hoo-boy. But the problem stems from the fact that if you read me regularly, you’ll know that from the very first episode of season one, I’ve talked about how a certain comic book story called The Trial Of The Flash is one of my favourite Flash stories, even one of my favourite comic book stories of all time. So before you accuse me of coming into this episode with a chip on my shoulder, let me promise you I didn’t. Why? So with all that out of the way, I think I can safely find The Trial Of The Flash guilty of being a pretty dopey hour of TV completely on its own merits, and not because I brought any baggage with me to tonight’s viewing. And holy moley, this was dopey. At this point, we need to pass a law forbidding the entire Arrowverse from ever venturing into courtroom drama of any kind ever again. It never goes well. I really thought The Flash would have learned from the multiple mistakes we’ve seen on Arrow, where it seems that everyone who sets foot in a courtroom immediately loses several IQ points and where no decision anyone makes has any kind of logic to it whatsoever. Oh, and let’s also not forget that all trials, even sensational ones of public citizens are completely forgotten by the public within days of their completion, never to be mentioned again. But it’s such a bummer to see that the Central City court system is just as ridiculous as that of Starling’s. Can you imagine any murder suspect, bail or no bail, let alone one who couldn’t even be bothered to mount a real defence, being allowed to stroll out of a courtroom because he got a text message? I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to bring phones into courtrooms for cases like this. I can buy a city full of metahumans, time travel, an entire multiverse, but I’m sorry, this stuff bugs me. And what happens when Barry is inevitably cleared? Does someone who was convicted of murder, even wrongfully, stroll right back into their job at the Central City PD? You’ll notice I haven’t mentioned this week’s villain. That’s because everything related to this week’s b-plot is beneath notice. They could have saved those budgetary dollars and spent the extra time on crafting a coherent narrative and better reasoning for Barry to not lift a finger in his own defence. This was Barry Allen at his most infuriating, nailing himself to a cross of self-righteous self-pity, where despite his good intentions, his refusal to listen to reason and inability to think things through end up making the situation far worse. I honestly thought we left that guy behind in season two. I haven’t missed him. But I’ll confess, I was moved and concerned after sentencing, watching Barry get led into Iron Heights in chains. But the “Henry Allen was here” graffiti was a cheap shot, almost unintentionally funny in its heavy-handedness, and it robbed the moment of whatever drama it had. Read Kayti’s review of the previous episode, Don’t Run, here.
