The 3rd season of Weeds is, quite possibly, the most disappointing thing ever in the history of television. "WEEDS?!" You ask. "Isn't that the witty, acerbic comedy starring the indomitable Mary Louise Parker, gay icon to Steven Blum?"
Yes, that "Weeds."
This used to be a good show! Really. I liked Mary Loise Parker's character. I sympathized with her. I liked her kids, I liked her dead husband, I thought the race jokes felt fresh. The show made fun of NPR once!
In the third season, Nancy's waif brother-in-law joins a foot-fucking porno company, Celia's nebbish Jewish husband gets in a disfiguring biking accident, Nancy almost dies a lot, and everyone seems stressed out and really really unhappy. Even worse, Linkin Park starts doing the opening "little boxes" theme music, and Mary Kate Olsen walks around sleepily on set like she's channeling an Ambien commercial. When Celia starts sobbing at the dinner table, you can't help but want to start sobbing as well, if you didn't already feel so numbed out by all the senseless choices every character has made thus far.
Memo to chick who created Gilmore Girls and Weeds: you can't just play music that goes "boo wop!" every time a character is killed and claim to be producing a dark comedy. There is no comedy here anymore! Just sadness!!!!
I guess this means I'm going to have to take Weeds off my "interests" on facebook. Damnit all to hell!
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