Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this one up. Lots of me falling asleep on the couch instead of doing work. In high school I wanted to start a church called “The Church of Sleep” because sleep is better than most all things (I’ll let you ponder on what those “other things” could be :winky face: :rolls eyes: :kills self:).
We start with another dinner cold open and some talk of dead people and Nazis, which, in 2015, is quite the overlapping Venn diagram. Uplifting!
In watching this show I have decided that every ridiculous over the top thing they show rich people doing is fact and not embellished at all for entertainment purposes. Rich people always have dinner by candlelight. Rich people are overbearing and pushy. Rich people are so consumed with whatever they think about all day (money?) that they cannot tell the difference between male and female staff. This is my Rich People Head Canon. So it is written, so shall it be done.
We open this episode on Boring Dinner with WASP family. Do you think that if Bruce Wayne sat down and watched this cold open he’d be happy his parents were dead because all Rich WASP people are boring as fuck? (HEAD CANON, remember? From like a paragraph ago?)
Side note – the title sequence of this show, in addition to being an Instagram filter before its time, would fit in quite well in Too Many Cooks.
WOO HOO! Episode 2! YEAH!
I have no idea where that came from.
So we start with a very touching Mother/Daughter moment of painting toenails in the fading light of dusk while Rory eats Reddi-Whip out of a can. Then, as if by divine intervention, Lane comes running out of the dusky night, CD held aloft like the Olympic torch, so the girls can participate in one of those cool Mom/Daughter and her Friend dance parties to rockin’ tunage.
Suffice to say that I find all of this ridiculous. I mean, who eats Reddi-Whip out of a can while NOT standing in front of the open refrigerator door crying? No one. No one normal, anyway.
Last Ditch Effort 