Oh crappy television, how I've missed thee! After a long summer struggling to recap quality, well-written, strongly acted shows, Entourage and Rescue Me, I'm all but saved by the return of Nip/Tuck. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of this show - but like so many fans, I believe, I feel that there is a line drawn in the sand: Pre-Carver Nip/Tuck and Post-Carver Nip/Tuck. Seasons 1 & 2, while not short on over-the-top antics, brought the drama, the satire and the shock value, making the show true guilt pleasure, light on the guilty. And then came the Carver. The Carver was a serial rapist who gave his victims a permanent knife-carved smile to remember him by, who ended up being the one character eveyone guessed it was: New Doctor in Town, the penis-less wonder, Quentin Costa. During season 3, this show went from buzz-worthy to buzz-kill so fast that it would've made Cousin Oliver, Milo Rambaldi and Betty Applewhite's heads spin. Season 3 was such a mess in fact, that before I joined the 'gasm, I swore that I wouldn't even give the show a chance this season. It's like trying to get back into a relationship that was really great after your girlfriend has cheated on you. You're making out, all is forgiven, rounding second, heading for third and BAM, you see a vision of the guy she screwed behind your back. Or in this case, The Carver. Some memories, like incest prone Quentin or Matt getting peed on, are just too hard to forget. However, in this post-TVgasm chapter of Umnata's life, and through the urging of many in the forums, I've decided to stick with Nip/Tuck for the season, and either regale it for its creative comeback or shred it for continuing it's insipid, mind numbing lameness. So far it's looking 75/25 in favor of Team Lame. Find out why, after the jump.
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