July 8, 2007: The Right Moment
So when exactly is the right time to tell a powerful and moderately unstable studio owner that you are going to screw him over again? Is it while he is browbeating a waiter over a late-arriving salad or while he's haranguing a bartender for insisting that he order a cranberry drink? Watching Eric try to come clean was certainly making me a squirm a little. I had to agree with Vince that Eric looked extremely uncomfortable walking into the club, dwarfed (literally and figuratively) by Harvey's intimidating presence. (I have to figure that
Maury Chaykin's Harvey Weingard is a spoof on another intimidating, and allegedly volatile, Hollywood Harvey, but I don't want to make any assumptions.) Luckily for E, Harvey's short temper got him "escorted" from the nightclub and Johnny took the opportunity to add some fuel to the fire by telling Harvey about the broken "Medellin" deal. Somehow, I don't think we've seen the last of Harvey, and I have a feeling that hell hath no fury like a megalomaniac scorned.
Tonight's episode definitely helped to renew my faith a little. I've said before that I feel like the wheels have come off the cart with these recent episodes, but tonight was definitely a step in the right direction. Actually, two of my requests from last week were addressed - less Billy Walsh and more Ari - so I can't complain too much.
I loved that
M. Night Shyamalan was willing to be so self-deprecating about his purported obsession over guarding his top-secret scripts. I've been a fan of this Philly boy since before
The Sixth Sense, and it is good to see that despite some rough going at the box office the past few years, his sense of humor is still in tact. (And Night, if you are actually reading this, I can't wait to see what you still have up your sleeve!) If I were Ari, I would have also panicked at the notion that a misplaced Shyamalan script could be traced back to me, though the minute he drove into the driveway of the guy who had gotten his car, I knew that no good could come of it. ("Deny until you die!")
Finally, the story line with Johnny, the mayor and the transvestite left me a little cold, especially that last scene with the video, though I guess it was a clever play on the ubiquitous crotch shots we seem to be treated to these days. Again, I like it when the story focuses squarely on the boys and their adventures. I can't wait to see this crew in Cannes!
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