We should probably talk a bit about Scarlett here considering that she holds third billing. She has a fragile, damaged beauty and will likely be smacked around by her boyfriend at some point this season.
Prove me wrong, Avery. Prove me wrong.
She waits tables at a Nashville music mecca The Bluebird and writes poetry that clearly are songs. She also has a beautiful voice that requires no Autotuning (I’m looking right at you Juliet!). There is some heavy chemistry between her and Gunnar as they sing her song. I’m calling it right now – this love triangle will annoy the shit out of me. I cannot stand plot lines about supposedly smart women who are too stupid to see the wonderful man in front of them because they are too busy being emotionally abused by the man who is supposed to love them. Grrrr.
Adding a little meat to this country stew is a concurrent plot thread that has Rayna’s husband Teddy running for mayor of Nashville.
Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
It’s cause for tension in his relationship with Rayna as 1. He will be working with her father and Rayna’s got a A LOT of daddy drama and 2. She clearly supports another candidate. Daddy Dearest gets Rayna to play along by threatening to reveal some seriously dark family shit from Rayna’s past – likely that Teddy isn’t her eldest daughter’s biodad.
Yes, I am a terrible father. That doesn’t mean you should stop doing what I tell you to.
It’s clearly a rage-trigger for Rayna as she loses her shit completely as Lamar greasily stands by. Dad of the Year, folks. This better not be like Lost where all the characters with daddy issues end up dead. Or wait, is it mommy issues that toll the death knell for Losties?
“I don’t understand why we can’t just have a nice family dinner – me, your dead mother, your sister whom I’ve turned into a surrogate wife and you, the daughter I just threatened to expose to your husband and the world as cheating trash who passed another man’s baby off as Teddy’s. God, you’re such a little princess sometimes, Rayna!”
It’s hard to imagine two dirtier, seedier worlds than politics and entertainment. By combining the two, Callie Khouri risks confusing the watcher and throwing too many plots and characters at the viewer. But it opens up the possibility to have richer storylines and honestly, how interesting are endless scenes set in a tour bus? “My tits are pretty interesting,” burps a Rock of Love Bus skank from the floor of the peanut gallery.