There was never a chance that I was going to like this episode. I will admit my bias up front. I read the one line description and my distaste was solidified. To paraphrase: "A sick priest comes into the hospital and House tries to come to terms with his religious belief." Sound familiar? That might be because THERE'S ALREADY A HOUSE VS. GOD EPISODE. IT'S CALLED "HOUSE VS. GOD." It aired in the second season and guest stars Thomas Dekker. And it was a hell of a lot better than this episode.
Usually when House challenges the beliefs of his patients, I'm either on the edge of my seat, it's so tense, or I'm laughing my ass off. During 'Unfaithful' I was clipping my toenails. And yawning. And yearning for the days when the patient conflicts were actually important and not a vehicle for continuing the horrible soap opera this show is becoming.
Case in point: The House-Cuddy-Wilson stuff in this episode was PATHETIC. Omg, House wants to go! Omg, Cuddy doesn't want House to go! Omg, House doesn't want to go! Omg, Cuddy does want House to go! Omg, Wilson is trying to fix things! Oh my oh me! Please. I feel like my intelligence is being insulted when I watch this show now. That baby has ruined Cuddy forever.
And Cuddy isn't even my main complaint. Wanna guess what that is? (Hint: read my review of last week's episode.)
SINCE WHEN DO FOREMAN AND THIRTEEN GET TO OUT-SMART HOUSE?! NOBODY OUTSMARTS HOUSE!! THAT'S THE WHOLE FREAKING POINT!!!! If I was furious about Foreteen before, I am beyond outraged now.
This show has taken a serious dive. The patients/cases are no longer interesting, and even when they are, the debauched shenanigans of the Princeton Plainsboro staff takes up too much screen time to really develop anything on the medical side. Sure, the show used to be more formulaic, but that WORKED. Newsflash: House is a procedural, not a romantic drama. The interpersonal character storylines NEVER supersede the hospital side of things. EVER. Not even when a critical cast member is sick. REMEMBER?
The only part of this episode that was even remotely close to the former quality of House was the very end, where Hugh Laurie plays the piano and drinks all on his lonesome while everyone else has a grand old time. I know it should pain me to even consider the possibility that House could end or be canceled but...I just don't love this show anymore, and that is a pity. I want it to get better, and I really hope it will. But right now I just feel like I'm digging to find minuscule bits of quality in the big pile of crap that is each new episode.