While this show was on hiatus, I completely forgot about the gross-out factor and that I can't eat while watching this. But noshing on some ice cream while they discuss partially digested human remains and bear excrement was a quick reminder. I sure am glad that this show is back I missed the odd subject matter and the witty dialogue and sexual tension. I thought it was great that Temperance's boss thinks she should loosen up a little bit. But the good Dr. Bones questioned his motives for shipping her off to
TB or not TB? That truly is the question for Dr. House and his team when brilliant Dr. Sebastian Charles, known for treating tuberculosis in the less fortunate in
My Name Is Earl
Let any other sitcom on or off the air feature beauty pageants, particularly of the mother-daughter variety, and you'd get some of the same clichés we've seen a hundred times. Only Earl could manage to give us a pageant with a name like "Prettiest Pretty Princess," have the contestants model lawn mowers and add in some freaky reigning champions who win with their knife-throwing skills. And I'm so grateful they passed up the blatant opportunity to make Joy suddenly a sympathetic character. Her inner child is just a smaller version of the grown-up who would bring an urn full of cigarette ashes to enter the contest as "Joy and Cremated Mother Darville," and then do a soft-shoe dance on a sprinkling of "Mom" for the talent portion.
But let's not get distracted from my biggest source of joy in this show, the glimpses of their totally un-PC, trailer-trash lives. There are those many variations on that old "How poor were you?" joke: getting excited about brand-name cereal, squeezing ketchup packets into an empty bottle, using ketchup as spaghetti sauce, envisioning a hot tub as the be-all, end-all of luxuries. Not to mention the fact that a porcelain princess on a lawn mower counts as a "fancy figurine." And, in case you were wondering, yankees, Shelly Stoker's reprimand to her daughter "If you don't put down that book, I don't know what!" was a spot-on mimicry of an impatient Southern mother. Meanwhile, Randy's growing crush on Catalina is making me kind of sad. Don't hurt him, Cat: The kid still recites A-Team members to lull himself to sleep! Sabrina Rojas Weiss
Commander in Chief
You might think it's a little too soon for a hurricane aftermath episode, but apparently you'd be wrong. Mac and Templeton bury the hatchet for a full 30 seconds as they head to
As if she hasn't got enough worries, like ruling the free world and stuff, Mac's picture-perfect family life begins to crack a bit at the edges, too. It looks like First Hubby's gonna take the baseball commissioner gig he didn't so much as tell her about although he did find time to mention it to the nubile and oh-so-understanding press secretary. Meanwhile, the First Daughter manages to make out with a boy behind the local burger joint, fend off a mob of teenage autograph hounds and get her loyal Secret Service agent pink-slipped. Imagine how much she could accomplish with a tutor.
Best moment of the hour: one of the environmentalists in Templeton's pocket demonstrates the dangers of Mac's proposed oil-spill prevention plan by pouring what appears to be maple syrup all over a big map of
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