Weeds: Doing the Backstroke (season premiere)
(S03E01) Oh, Weeds, how I've missed you. I've missed your soft-hearted thugs and manchild stoners. I've missed your misguided children and far more misguided parents. Tonight's episode was pitch-perfect, and while we still don't know whether Peter is dead and whether Nancy will live, we know that the world will keep turning with or without the MILF-weed in it.
So, pot smokers out there, can you dry out waterlogged weed without diminishing its quality? Hell, I know the answer to that question. I went to college. Nancy's f@cked, but she's not alone. Silas, Shane, Andy and Conrad aren't exactly in a world of good either.
This show is all about the face - Mary Louise Parker's face to be exact. The close-ups of her little ticks and stares fill me with worry and dread. She's always completely frayed - like she never quite came back together again after Jonah died. Now, things are going from bad to worse. Good thing we have Doug and Dean to lighten the mood. There, ummm..., "size war" was hilarious. I'm usually not a fan of stoner comedy, but these guys do it so well. Kevin Nealon in the role he was born to play.
Zooey Deschanel's never been better either. "Heart hug." Deserting poor, level-headed Shane. Fortunately, crazy uncle Andy is on the case. I'm sure that will turn out well.
Silas doesn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation he's put Nancy in nor the fact that lives are at stake. Then again, what's a life worth on Weeds these days? At least poor Peter got a moment of silence when Nancy zoned out in the police station, but that's not enough for me. Shouldn't there be consequences for our characters when their actions result in someone's death? Maybe there will be. I just want Martin Donovan back on TV.
Next to Mary Louise Parker's face, the best part of tonight's episode - the final shot. Celia, reclining in her full bitchy splendor, with a pool full of pot. Perfect music. Perfect image. And, the perfect hypocrisy as Celia swilled from her flask. Elizabeth Perkins gets my own made-up TV Squad award for Best Bitch.
I'm still not sure how I feel about Weeds' transformation from quiet, hysterical show about grief and suburbia to cliffhanger-y "Nancy in jeopardy" show. At least, it's still hysterical.
My favorite exchange of the night:
DOUG: Dana won't f@ck anyone. Something about a short cervix and how she might be a lesbian.
DEAN: You have four kids?
DOUG: Whose names could be "tequila shot", "snuck it in while she was sleeping", "doing it for a Lexus" and