Got Christie Love!
I owe an apology. Dr. Boo-Boo-Kitty, or whatever the name of Marty’s shrink is — I’ve been referring to her as Dr. ’80s-Afro. That was wrong of me. She actually has a ’70s afro…sort of like Teresa Graves wore is the semi-classic ’70s cop show “Get Christie Love!” (Their exclamation point, not mine.)
Kitty Cuisine and Same-Sex (Sorta) Smooching
I will now sing the praises of today’s episode, chock full o’ choice tidbits both subtle and brazen. Ford returns home from his job as a Hot Dog, with a coworking Hamburger in tow. The Day Playing Burger wasn’t such hot stuff, but I loved when Starr came over after the Burger drove away, and was laughing about the Burger in the Convertible until she saw Ford the Hot Dog glowering. Starr (contrite): “Oh…friend of yours?” The line wasn’t really played for laughs, but it’s a really funny line, if you stop and think about it.
My other favorite line came in the midst of Todd’s — okay, wait…do I call the non-scar guy “Todd”? (more…)
Mike Brady, Rapist
It’s been quite a week on One Life Over Soon. We had Viki, Niki, and La Randolph in the Allegorical House of Mirrors (celebrating Erika Slezak’s forty years on the show [I've been watching it longer than than -- Daisy Cortlandt from All My Children was the original Viki/Niki, in case you wanted to know]). Then the tape that Niki left in the communal handbag led to Viki letting Charlie know what a duplicitout be-yatch ol’ Hammer-Jaw is. (But I did happen to like the wounded albeit square-jawed look on Echo’s face as Schmuckles read her the riot act and dumped her sorry but generous ass.
Meanwhile, Tess has been winning me over in her delightfully dysfunctional way. As soon as she realized Ford would sell her out as a bargaining chip for his baby, she annulled his tight but dimpled ass and married my new favorite Mugging Con Artist, Cutter. (One question: Since he’s not really Aubrey’s brother, how could Tess’s married name be Wentworth…since it’s not even her real name, either? All I can guess is, Cutter and Aubrey keep some fake-I.D.-maker’s children in private school.) And since Cutter’s Invisible Super-Lawyer was able to get Tess annulled and remarried in the span of five evening minutes, I guess he just knows how to get good help. Can he find an assistant for Dr. ’80s-Afro-Hair who knows how to label a cassette?