My mother-flipping boys, what happened this week? I felt like the two-man gang, Bret and Jemaine, mugged my appreciation for their subtle comedy by not putting it out there. It actually made me a little sad. I thought the episode lacked the clever wit of the past two shows. The musical numbers were weak and not up to par with the Bret and Jemaine we have come to know and adore. No particular line grabbed me this week or even stayed with me for that matter. The rapper nicknames, Rhinoceros and Hippopotamus, just didn’t do it for me. “The lyrics are bottomless popping off this esophagus in this metropolis” didn’t represent. To be completely fair, though, the episode wasn’t a complete bust: It did have its moments. For me, it was all about the supporting cast this week. So the boys get mugged. I wonder why? Were the NY hats, safety reflector belts, and maps that Murray suggested they sport while out at night a dead giveaway that the boys were new to the city?...
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