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This show has really hit a stride, with every member of the central family bringing so much to the table. Witness Louise's unexpectedly touching moment of admitting she was jealous of her dad not spending time with her. And yet almost immediately after there was Gene undercutting the sentiment. With farts. And, yes, Tina is fantastic as well -- and a character you don't get nearly enough of on TV: the straight-up weird teenager. Kudos. Also, it's gotten less and less jarring to hear Archer's voice coming out of Bob's mouth.
I have the most terrible feeling that next week's redemption challenge will see Matt (who I have been rooting for, and whose benign-but-persistent Christianity is a lot easier to take when he's reclining shirtless on the beach, his tanned torso glistening in the sun, framed by his golden locks of hair...savvy marketing, God. Very savvy marketing) lose out to Stephanie (who I LOATHE beyond the telling of it), who will immediately be inserted back into the game. Those fears aside, I guess I'm trying to figure out who I'm rooting FOR (um...Andrea? Suddenly-offputting Dave? Emerging stud Grant?). I already know who I'm rooting against (a re-smuggified Rob; stupid-yet-self-righteous Ralph; no-necked Stephanie). This blurb has been brought to you by parentheses.
As I said on Twitter over the weekend: Top Chef did an amazing job of taking the best-assembled reality show all-star cast of all time and steadily whittling them down to a final pairing that has ensured that I will not even be watching the finale. Richard Blais versus Mike Isabella? Are you KIDDING me? So my choices are to either watch Richard's fait-accompli coronation, where his high fucking opinion of himself can finally be validated; or watch him once again fail at the end (yay!) ... meaning awful, gross Mike Isabella would have HIS high fucking opinion of himself validated. Not that the latter has a prayer of happening anyway. Not a chance, Bravo.
I've really gotten into Season 2 -- particularly the more standalone episodes, which have, among other things, really brought the Rachel and Art characters into focus. But this week's episode was a smidge problematic for me. I appreciated that the missing money from last week snowballed into a problem so farcical it at one point involved a pants-less Stephen Root (Emmy-worthy guest work in a relatively non-showy role). I just wish the characters -- Raylan a little, Winona a LOT -- didn't have to be so severely dumbed down to get us there. That said, it might've been worth it to see the return of Timothy Olyphant's Seth-Bullock-clench. (Also, finally getting Boyd tied into the Mags storyline was a long time coming.)
Poor Luke, you guys. I know the general TAR fandom turned on him a ways back, and a huge part of me wanted to grab him by the shoulders, put on my best Meryl-Streep-as-Hannah-Pitt, and tell him that he should make a better show of himself. Then again, that's what a good boyfriend does, and I am nothing if not a good boyfriend. Anyway, click on over to Yahoo to read my recap of this week's episode.