Here’s my issue with this show — well, one of many, most of which you are already all too aware: I have a tendency to forget what it happening on it AS IT HAPPENS. It’s like…in one eye and out the other. Part of the reason for that is that they’ve made a lot of their on-going plots WAY too complicated and my brain isn’t interested in following them, because it has a lot of other TV-related things to keep straight (who all the middle-aged bearded white dudes are on Game of Thrones; wtf is happening on Scandal, etc). The other part of the reason is that I don’t really care. HOWEVER! These final four hours kind of pulled it together. It’s not GREAT, but some interesting things happened in the midst of all the Don’t Care. For example: Charlotte is pregnant! And has a psychotic lesbian schoolmate stalker (who fell in love with Charlotte after Charlotte punched her in the face, which is….troubling)! Declan is, like his accent from season one, dead! Amanda tells Jack who she actually is! There’s a swordfight and Aidan kills Takeda! Etc! So maybe next season will be….okay? I’m not holding my breath.
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I can’t believe SEXY THINGS HAPPENED when I went out of town. Also, does this mean that I need to go out of town for the whole season?
So, after a couple of bum weeks, I am glad to report that HoD pulled it together for the season finale — and I am relieved that the show got renewed, given that this season ended on a bit of an emotional cliffhanger in terms of the longterm WHO WILL ZOE CHOOSE???? question. That being said, I was relieved to see her pull a Kelly Taylor and at least temporarily choose herself. This show is very charming and funny, but it also treats Zoe being single as a freakish and terrible thing, when, really, girlfriend could benefit from not having a boyfriend for a while. You’re a doctor with a great wardrobe, dude! Go out and make some friends other than Lavon (who I love) and a fifteen year old girl. Zoe should have A LOT more going on than just dithering between dudes. Being single at a wedding isn’t the end of the world; being single, period, is not a death sentence. Cultivate other interests!
And that’s advice that, actually, I think the show itself could take to heart over the break. It is funny and charming and I wholeheartedly recommend and enjoy it, while also wishing it was as adept at non-romantical storylines as it is at the lovey-dovey stuff. Again, look to Greek. REGARDLESS: YAY for the show being renewed, YAY for Jaime King’s VAST AND MASSIVE improvement as an actress this season (and Lemon’s turnaround as a character), and a big and enthusiastic YAY for the return of Shirtless Wade.
Soooooo, everyone in this episode acted kind of like an ass. With the exception of Lemon. How times have changed. This time last year, I never would have guessed that Lemon would emerge from an episode as the only character for whom I had any sympathy — or who didn’t squander the sympathy I did have. (Okay, I am still sympathetic to Lavon, but his relationship with AB has proven to me that apparently I have a limit on how much AB I find enjoyable.) This whole thing was just full of people wearing their Bad Idea Jeans.
In which Brick’s Brain Fog is revealed and dealt with in like 22 minutes flat, after 3 episodes of dancing around it. This season had been going so well — until about three episodes ago, when the forward motion of the plot shuddered to a slow crawl. I feel like we were treading water for the last approximately 130 minutes, between Zoe and HNW breaking up, and the final scene of this particular episode. I often compare this show to Greek — both are charming, with a cast of thousands confirmed to a small and insular community prone to big events, with a love triangle, and a variety of meetings of well-dressed ladies. (Plus, Carter Covington works/ed on both). But Greek was great at pacing the romantic events with other plot developments that had equally (or almost equally) high stakes, even if they were ostensibly fluffy and HoD, as much as I love it — and I am THRILLED it was renewed, trust — sometimes falters when Zoe’s love life isn’t actively driving the plot. Let’s meander our way through this one.
The last five or ten minutes set up some good old-fashioned soapy drama for season three, if the show gets renewed. Everyone cross your fingers, because with Revenge being so terrible and Pretty Little Liars being almost indecipherable at times (although I am still hooked), TV needs some good old-fashioned soapy drama that isn’t also a) bleak, b) so confusing that it’s possible NOBODY remembers what’s going on, or c) a cartoon of itself. And which also empowers its older characters to be both flawed and fabulous. Seriously, nobody spits nails like freaking Ann Ewing, y’all.