After the pilot, this is the second episode of House directed by executive producer Bryan Singer, and it's easy to see why he chose to call the shots on this one: like the series premiere, Occam's Razor serves as a perfect introduction to the twisted world of Gregory House.
The diagnostics case of the week is that of a 16-year old boy (Kevin Zegers) whose unusually low blood pressure doesn't respond to IV fluids. While the team tries to figure out what's wrong with the boy, House also has to deal with clinic duties: patients include a woman whose leg hurts after running six miles ("Who knows? Could be anything.") and a boy who has used his MP3 player in a strange way.
Aside from the thrill of the medical/mystery blend (the solution is, as always, original and intriguing), this episode stands out because of its wonderful sense of humor: Chase, Foreman and Cameron casually chatting about sex after the patient's girlfriend suggests she might have, uh, done him to death, Wilson and House discussing the latter's "appealing" smugness (absolutely right) and, of course, the protagonist convincing several clinic patients they ought to wait for another doctor thanks to a wonderful monologue that begins with the apparently harmless "You can call me Greg.". In other words, 40 minutes of great television.
The diagnostics case of the week is that of a 16-year old boy (Kevin Zegers) whose unusually low blood pressure doesn't respond to IV fluids. While the team tries to figure out what's wrong with the boy, House also has to deal with clinic duties: patients include a woman whose leg hurts after running six miles ("Who knows? Could be anything.") and a boy who has used his MP3 player in a strange way.
Aside from the thrill of the medical/mystery blend (the solution is, as always, original and intriguing), this episode stands out because of its wonderful sense of humor: Chase, Foreman and Cameron casually chatting about sex after the patient's girlfriend suggests she might have, uh, done him to death, Wilson and House discussing the latter's "appealing" smugness (absolutely right) and, of course, the protagonist convincing several clinic patients they ought to wait for another doctor thanks to a wonderful monologue that begins with the apparently harmless "You can call me Greg.". In other words, 40 minutes of great television.