Weeds: Pittsburgh (season finale)
Before beginning this review in earnest, let us take a moment to mourn the passing of Peter. No one really cared about Peter. It was never clear if Nancy really did or not, and frankly, it seems like the writers had backed themselves into a corner so they off-ed him. This is all well and good in that it shows us just how far Heylia is willing to go in her wheeling and dealing, but the TV landscape is now without Hal Hartley regular Martin Donovan. Sigh.
Alright, moment over. On with the review.
There was nothing ostensibly wrong with the season two finale of Weeds. We got a hilarious Doug-Dean face-off, Celia macking on Andy, Heylia back in action, Isabelle making with the Harry Potter analogies, Shane throwing down revolutionary style at his elementary school graduation and Silas getting in on the family biz. Suburban dystopia has come to a head, and the hypocrisy has got to stop.
The problem for me was that the joy I take in Weeds is in the little moments. I like the sly commentary on acceptable drugs that comes with Celia's high-strung alcohol binges and Nancy's ever-present latte. The emotional resonance of Nancy's predicaments come from the fact that everything is always just on the verge of breaking down. She has walked a high-wire act for two seasons that, more often than not, has landed her in the fetal position, alone and in tears, but so far, hasn't landed her in prison or staring down the barrel of a shotgun. Nancy's inadequacies and struggles were relatable for me as an audience member until last night - until she married a man in order to prevent him from testifying against her, until her drug deal went horribly awry and until her youngest son ended up sucking down Cactus Coolers while on the lam.
Where does the show go from here? We'll have to wait and see. I trust the writers enough to follow them down the path of whatever comes next -- unless, of course, that path leads to Pittsburgh. Lovely city, but I hear the weeds grow taller in Agrestic.