Imagine "Band Candy" without the funny, without a threat to anything you care about, and with characters you simply don't like. That was this episode of Dollhouse. It's titled "Echoes" just in case you missed that it's got lots of backstory for Echo. Thrill to the layered meanings of that title. Or yawn to them.
Dushku's character is on yet another prostitution assignment when a memory/inhibitions drug made of plot devicium is loosed upon a college campus. She implausibly finds out, is implausibly drawn to go there, and is further implausibly hooked into a scheme to break into the megacorp labs the drug came from, which exactly recapitulates an episode in her pre-mindwipe past. Evil organization schemes to use helpless young women: where have we seen this Whedon plot before? Buffy Summers, River Tam, and now Caroline Whatsername. Oh, Joss, the Kipling stunt is starting to wear on me.
How come we don't see the male prostitution gigs? Show me Victor tying up some wealthy chick who's hired him for the weekend, why don't you?
I loathe Topher more and more every time I see him. Yes, I get it, Whedon doesn't like geeks, I don't need to see any more Topher/Andrew mockeries of my tribe, thanks. I am liking Olivia Williams' character more, though. I forget what her name is (oh dear)-- the English woman who runs the LA branch of the Dollhouse. FBI agent Helo is boring. Ex-cop in the Watcher role is intriguing, but that's just my fictional kink speaking.
And yet, I'll probably torture myself later this weekend by watching episode 8.