But mixing in hallucinations of mob hits, the Philip Glass piece "Opening" from Mishima, and the image of a defiant Elliot digging through his own vomit to re-swallow the pills Mr.
Robot made him throw up turned the whole affair into something I wanted to applaud by the end. Robot-free (and sleep-free) life thanks to all the Adderall, with a mix of rapid-fire editing, special effects (multiple Elliots walking down the street at once, Elliot's exaggerated pupils reflecting the swirling laundry), and music to create a giddy drug trip montage that managed to not feel like every other drug trip montage (including some of the ones from the episode last season where Elliot went through morphine withdrawal).
It's interesting that both of our two major additions are revealed this week to talk to imaginary friends of a sort, albeit not in the way Elliot does.
Each time my patience with the hour started to ebb, Esmail and Rami Malek would throw down with another stunning moment, like Elliot — or, perhaps, Mr.
Eventually, though, he runs out of pills — and the ability to function without sleep — and his dark alter ego returns, proving new best friend Ray's theory that "Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak at the end of a double rainbow." The episode as a whole represents Mr.
Robot as a series that's at once both wildly out of control and under complete control.