Mini caps of Mad Men, Dexter, Boardwalk Empire and Desperate Housewives
Mad Men: Loula
Another end-of-season, another end-of-season shitstorm. This is pretty much the first half of the season finale, setting the stage for whatever will doom or save the Clio-winning but tanking fast Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce. Word is getting out more and more about SCDP’s precarious position, and it’s becoming a self-fulfilling desperation. Clients are running scared, because they’re not long for this world, because clients are running scared, etc. So Don, with inspiration from Peggy and a welcome but ultimately depressing run-in with Midge, decides to “change the conversation.” He takes out a full page ad in the New York Times with the headline “Why I’m Quitting Tobacco,” a manifesto that is rash and impulsive, but hey, it’s pretty clear something needed to be done to change the perception of the agency. It’s a gamble, but it’s better than sitting around fretting, losing clients (and even prospective client meetings) left and right because they “reek of desperation.” Will those calls from the American Cancer Society change everything? What about Henry’s political connections? Connie Hilton? Ken’s father-in-law? Or will nothing change anything?
Meanwhile, Sally seems pretty content, having found a way to just ignore her mom’s craziness, but that might not be enough if Betty follows through with her threat to move them out of the big house in Ossining and away from Glen, who, creepy though he may be, is her only real friend in the world. And now that Faye’s involvement with SCDP has been terminated, she and Don are free to be open with their relationship, but he may already have lost interest. So what will be this year’s “I don’t have a contract” or “let’s start a new agency?” Or will they just all collapse and scatter to the wind, hitting the reset button again for Season 5?
Boardwalk Empire: Alejandra
Things are still pretty slow-moving this week, but there were a few bright spots. They range from grotesque on through tittllating all the way to fist pump, so I had a good time.
Nucky’s stressed once more – his birthday’s coming up and planning his own surprise party is putting a strain on his relationship with Eddie. Also, as a service to Chalky, he’s pushing Elias to investigate last week’s lynching, but Elias is too racist to care very much. But for his brother, he arrests the local KKK leadership, and lets Chalky go to town on the man. Several hours and one KKK ring finger later, Chalky doesn’t believe the Klan had anything to do with the murder. Turns out it was Micky Kusik/Doyle, trying to edge his way back in.
Nucky’s other stressors include the visiting Senator Edge of New Jersey, heading up a road appropriations committee that could send a lot of money AC’s way. Also a lot of handy paved roads that cars and trucks full of liquor can use to travel to the boardwalk. Nucky eventually gets what he wants, but it takes a lot of work and the entire episode, so by the end, it looks like Nucky’s coming to grips with the fact that this Prohibition might not be as much of a walk in the park as he thought.
In other news, Jimmy’s arrived in Chicago and is already shacked up with poutier, sassier, whorier version of Angela. He pals around with Al as Capone tries to take over the city for Torrio. Al’s methods are predictably psychotic, and for all his WWI PTSD bravado, Jimmy’s a little put off. That is until the Irish cut up his girlfriend’s face. Safe to say next episode, Jimmy’s gloves are coming off.
As for Margaret, she was particularly awesome this episode. She’s feeling cheerier – her job sucks, but she’s not getting the shit kicked out of her day and night, so she’s in an understandably chipper mood. So chipper that she shares a dance with Nucky at his party and totally enchants him and his chauvinist buddies. Inspired by the story of pauper-turned-princess Anastasia Romanov, she walks on the clouds for a few days, until the story breaks that Ana Andersson was a fake, and Margaret realizes just how unrealistic romantics can be. So she steals a negligee from the shop and heads straight back into denial for a little while longer.
Oh, and Jimmy’s mom grabs Lucky Luciano’s crotch.
Desperate Housewives: Hypnotoad
Remember Edie? Well she’s back. Kind of. In the form of Vanessa Williams as Renee, who’s done a complete 180 from being a sort of vapid character to a vindictive slut. Renee drags Bree out to a club to find some mans, and who should be at the club but David Silver. And who shoves her boobs in his face? Well, both Renee and Bree do, but Renee’s the one who takes him back to her house for the night. But if you think Bree’s gonna let that beyotch steal her man, you got another thing comin’, mister!
And Lynette continues her mission of being the worst wife ever by switching Tom’s medical marijuana with oregano behind his back. Also, there’s some continuity problems with this plot. Shocker!
Susan’s got some dirty cleaning ho competition as one of her neighbors steals some of her best moves, leading to (of course) a catfight. And all the ladies try to bond with Beth, just so they can get some dirt on Paul Young.
Gabby’s finally found out about Juanita, and signs a paper stating that she won’t sue the hospital if the hospital doesn’t notify the other family. Of course, she can’t keep her big schnoz out of the whole thing, and hires Bob to hire a P.I. to find the other girl, which of course makes Carlos mad. Yes, it’s another predictable week on Wisteria Lane, folks. Welcome to season 6. Or rather, welcome to any season that isn’t season 1. Or season 3.
Dexter: (SPOILER ALERT): Chooch
Who else but Deb can handle the interrogations. It’s time to find someone to take care of little Harry & she’s in charge. After quite a few oddball nominees, the perfect nanny appears. No… it’s not Mary Poppins. It’s Katherine of Aragon, King Henry VIII’s first wife… perfect!
While Deb goes off to work on the Santa Muerte murder cases (severed heads with eyes gouged & tongues cut out…. zzzzzzz), Dexter decides to start the healing process. He needs to get over Rita’s death. Time to stalk Lloyd the road kill picker upper. Seems Lloyd has a hobby. He electrocutes women & then puts them in a barrel of formaldehyde & floats them off into the swamp lands. Perfect choice.
Dexter accidentally/on purpose bumps into Lloyd during lunch at the same place. After chatting, Lloyd finds out that “Darrell” is looking for work & offers to let him cruise the highways with him the next day, just to see if he can stomach such a tough job. If so, there’s an opening coming up. Dexter is delighted. His next task is to find the best spot for a little privacy. He finds an abandoned tourist info stand. After much preparation & a serious chat with dead dad Harry, (Harry thinks Dexter’s hurrying the process & could make a big mistake), he heads home.
No one is there! No little Harry… no Queen Katherine… Dexter panics! She stole the baby. He left his son alone with a stranger & now he’s gone. Rita would have never done that. The Queen doesn’t answer her cell phone either. It goes right to voice mail. As he tries to process the possibilties.. she walks in with the sleeping prince in her arms. Whew!
There is more about the Santa Muerte murder case & Deb, but who really cares… and more boring crap with Batista & LaGuerta (another snoozefest storyline). Oh yeh… Det. Quinn is still trying to prove Dexter is Kyle Butler. The one good thing… Masuka has to process another crime scene with a severed head.
Dexter calls in a dead gator near his kill site & then waits for Lloyd to pick him up for their road kill work day. It gets to be noon & still no gator call & now Dexter is discouraged. Maybe today was not to be. As they head off to lunch, the call comes in & off they go to find the gator. Lloyd searches around the bushes where the gator was last seen, telling Dexter that you can never be too sure about gators… they might not be dead after all. “Safety first” is his motto. Dexter follows behind him & swiftly sneaks up & injects him in the neck with his potent needle BUT Lloyd is loaded for bear… swinging around & firing a dart tranquilizer into Dexter’s gut. Booyah! Both go down!
Dexter comes around with the sound of sirens wailing. An EMT asks him where he is & what day is it. He was found unconcious on the side of the road. They are headed to the hospital. Friend Lloyd, who’s in the ambulance with him, had shot him with a dart gun & was also found passed out. The two killers do a little dance around what happened. Lloyd claims he doesn’t remember & must have fainted or somethin’. But you can tell Lloyd knows what Dexter did to him. At the ER… first chance he gets, Lloyd finds a hospital tool to use as a weapon & goes looking for him.. but Dexter’s gone. Lloyd does the same….
At his house, Lloyd is spooked. He gets his gun & starts to search each room. When he hears his inspirational tape “If You Want It… Take It” playing in the kitchen, he knows that he’s not alone. This time Dexter’s stealth & aim hit their target & Lloyd goes down.
He wakes up & finds that he’s duct taped to his diningroom table… garbage bags & newspaper cover the walls. Dexter apologizes for the unconventional decor & tells him about the original one he set up for him…. the one with the pictures of all his victims in their barrels. As he cuts his check & lets Lloyd’s blood drip into a little tupperware bowl… Lloyd tells him he’s making a HUGE mistake… but it falls on deaf ears. Dexter wants & needs this kill to feel normal again. He wants his wife back but that can’t happen so this will have to do it for him. He stabs Lloyd to death AND… nothing… it didn’t change a thing…. Dexter still feels exactly the same… it didn’t heal him… didn’t fix him….
And then there’s a noise…. he turns around … and there she is… looking in the window… she saw the whole thing… she is or was Lloyd’s next victim!!!!