Angel is The Hotness. Yowza. Those clingy shirts, that trimmed-up bod.
Spike breaks my heart in this. And voices all my disgruntlement with Angel's alpha-male, king-of-the-castle role. On more superficial notes, Spike's old leather-coated persona bothered me less on rewatch--he's looking pretty. There are early parts in the ep when his voice is badly dubbed, and the vapid Britishisms come thick and fast. I can't remember if I mentioned that before. Probably. However, he also gets off some snappy, snarky zingers at Angel. I laughed out loud a bunch of times, loving him again. (Angel: "I'm in a meeting, Spike." Spike: "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't care.")
But the heartbreak--all that contemplation of oblivion and Hell, his edgy unhappiness, his resentment of Angel, who literally holds his fate in the palm of his hand. Gah. I have a love/hate thing for Angel, obviously; probably rather like Spike does, beneath all his surface posturing. But the Angel/Spike vibe was much, much stronger for me as I watched them this time around. It's pretty irresistible. There was one point in the bedroom where if Spike had been corporeal they would have jumped each other's bones. And damn it, they should have. The show would have gone out in an even bigger blaze of glory if they'd let themselves show two hot man-vamps rolling around in bed, rubbing their naked chests and silky pyjama-clad hips together as they kissed.
Reality is mean.