November 1, 2006: She Attacked My Sausage
It's November 1, and
Twenty Good Years is still on the air! Frankly, every week now I'm wondering if this is the last time I'll see the show. I know one of these times, that will come true. But for now, the more viewers it loses, the funnier it gets.
This was the most consistently funny episode of the series so far. It's funny how it worked for me; there wasn't much that was really memorable, but I was smiling throughout.
It's nice to see
Judith Light in something other than a Lifetime movie right now. She plays the stuck-up character quite well, in everything she does. The scene at the bed-and-breakfast where she comes to get Jeffrey was scary - Halloween-night scary! "John, you son of a bitch... I will wash this car with your blood," was a high point of the entire series so far.
Good for Jeffrey, to actually grow some marbles. The lady almost took him to the dark side, but John taught us all a lesson: Patience sucks, and attack relentlessly until your subject obeys. A true visionary, that John is, a true visionary.
Also, the chemistry between
John Lithgow and
Jeffrey Tambor is getting better with every show. In fact, it's much better than I anticipated. It almost seems like Lithgow has toned down some of his quirkiness (without losing any of the loudness). That could just be me, though. And can someone explain to me why a lot of people love to take trips to look at leaves? I don't get it. They are leaves. Brown, green, yellow, red - what's the difference? They do nothing. I guess you could say the same thing about my obsession with '80s records. I mean, my
Scott Baio album doesn't do anything, either, so I suppose my love of that could be questioned, too.
Until next week, friends.
