Halt and Catch Fire Makes Its Way Through Life’s Minefield in “Miscellaneous”
(Episode 4.03)
Photo: Bob Mahoney/AMC
After the taut doubleheader of “So It Goes” and “Signal to Noise,” “Miscellaneous” forces the characters to press pause for a moment, to collect themselves before forging ahead. While its only flashback comes at the start, as Cam (Mackenzie Davis) and Tom (Mark O’Brien) confront the end of their marriage, much of the action is reflective in nature, full of reveries, reminiscences, regrets: the aural vortex of the dripping faucet, which sends Cam spinning back in time; Gordon’s (Scoot McNairy) description of Joe (Lee Pace) as a man who pushes people, with reference to Cardiff and Westgroup; Donna’s (Kerry Bishé) touching toast at that team-building dinner, her eyes cast long ago and far away. “Miscellaneous” is set in our own past, of course—though I came of age later than Haley (Susanna Skaggs) and Joanie (Kathryn Newton), I remember similar excursions into dial-up porn—but in a sense it’s “set” in the characters’, too. Each interaction, as Cam says of Joe, resembles a “minefield,” full of long-buried bombs just waiting to go off.
I love the honeyed, hazy light of the pair’s morning routine, for instance, as nostalgic as a photograph unearthed from the basement, and the way their needling recalls, in gentler terms, their fraught relationship in Season One. (“You’re like if somebody gave Howard Hughes a copy of Siddhartha.”) It’s subtle, and yet the implication is clear: To grow older is to live amid the detritus of our former lives, the people we broke and who broke us, those we thought we’d forgotten and those we thought we never could, and whether this suffuses us with its warm glow or covers us in shadow is where the rubber of aging meets the road. Can we learn our way through the minefield, as Cam and Joe now hope to do? Or must we walk again and again into the blast radius of our bitterness, as Donna does in “Miscellaneous” on more than one occasion?
I fear I’m getting too serious about this—even at 30, I find my minefield packed tight with unexploded ordinance—so before I dig further into “Miscellaneous,” let me just say that I adore Haley, too. I love the way Joe calls her their “11 o’clock” as though she’s a heavy hitter in Silicon Valley, and I love Skaggs’ winsome delivery of “I’m crushing your head.” I love the orange soda and Necco wafers she sets on the table like a cup of coffee and a fountain pen. I love, maybe most of all, her guileless enthusiasm for Comet, leaping out of bed at midnight with that matter-of-fact statement: “Well, we have work to do.”