Weeds--Ep. 3 Good Sh#t Lollipop
Its hard to talk-up a new series much more than Showtime did leading into the first episode of Weeds. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t just as excited as they were, Mary Louise Parker should be required by law to have at least one series on the air at all times. Not only was Amy smart, hot, and the perfect feminine counterpart to Josh’s magnificent arrogance, but she holds the record for the best awards show line ever. From the Golden Globes: “Janel Moloney said she'd give me $1000 if I thanked my newborn son for making my boobs look so good in this dress.” He deserved the thanks.
The show has some instantaneous appeal, strictly as a result of the subject matter. Weed jokes are funny and if you’ve ever had any involvement with that particular subculture it becomes pretty easy to get caught up in the lingo and what not. Not only do they not attempt to explain every term of art like it was Celebrity Poker Showdown, but they don’t shy away from the usual discussions that take place.
There was a moment, somewhere in the middle of the first episode, where I was a bit worried about how much the show has obviously picked up some Desperate Housewives sensibilities. Not really in the aesthetic or plot dimension, simply insofar as we appear to be at a point where this understanding of the suburbs is hip again. The intro segment is really well done, it really conforms to the HBO/Showtime standard of production values.
Far too little has gone on for me to evaluate any of the plots that are developing. I can tell you that I seriously appreciate that the intro episode didn’t take us for morons. Its nice to be able to slip into a situation in the middle, not having to flash back or watch it develop. We know her husband is dead, we know its tragic, we know she’s selling ganj to make ends meet. It also really fits with the whole suburban idea, the gossip, the uninterrupted drama, and the undifferentiated spectrum of the incredibly interesting and the ass-numbingly mundane.
This week’s episode was the most legitimately funny so far. Kevin Nealon, who has always been funny, finally came through this time around with the medical marijuana situation. The owner of said bud-boutique was a great guess star as well and inspired what is to my knowledge the only weed related I Love Lucy moment in televisual history. A surprising amount of toilet humor joined the party and both Heylia and Conrad were great. Though I must say, I see no reason not to put weed in her cornbread.
The show has some instantaneous appeal, strictly as a result of the subject matter. Weed jokes are funny and if you’ve ever had any involvement with that particular subculture it becomes pretty easy to get caught up in the lingo and what not. Not only do they not attempt to explain every term of art like it was Celebrity Poker Showdown, but they don’t shy away from the usual discussions that take place.
There was a moment, somewhere in the middle of the first episode, where I was a bit worried about how much the show has obviously picked up some Desperate Housewives sensibilities. Not really in the aesthetic or plot dimension, simply insofar as we appear to be at a point where this understanding of the suburbs is hip again. The intro segment is really well done, it really conforms to the HBO/Showtime standard of production values.
Far too little has gone on for me to evaluate any of the plots that are developing. I can tell you that I seriously appreciate that the intro episode didn’t take us for morons. Its nice to be able to slip into a situation in the middle, not having to flash back or watch it develop. We know her husband is dead, we know its tragic, we know she’s selling ganj to make ends meet. It also really fits with the whole suburban idea, the gossip, the uninterrupted drama, and the undifferentiated spectrum of the incredibly interesting and the ass-numbingly mundane.
This week’s episode was the most legitimately funny so far. Kevin Nealon, who has always been funny, finally came through this time around with the medical marijuana situation. The owner of said bud-boutique was a great guess star as well and inspired what is to my knowledge the only weed related I Love Lucy moment in televisual history. A surprising amount of toilet humor joined the party and both Heylia and Conrad were great. Though I must say, I see no reason not to put weed in her cornbread.
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