For a series about the “glitzy” world of Beverly Hills beauty salons, Episode the First wasn’t very glitzy. At all.
I don’t know how they ever got that mess of a space into shape for an opening.
And I don’t trust that Brandon stylist. I suppose we’re not supposed to trust him. He’s certainly got a very high opinion of himself.
At any rate, the show didn’t make me want to watch Episode the Second.
I thought you were talking about that John Travolta foley movie.
Quantum foam… chuckle…
Yeah, I thought that was the Travolta movie too. Sign of old age, I suspect.
God, it was dull—I wanted something more along the lines of the Lipstick Beauty Salon from Female Trouble.
Yeah, he’s nuts to hire Brandon and no, I’m not bothering to tune in next week to see what happens.
Jonathon was trying just a bit too hard to establish his heterocredentials.
His habit of taking phone calls with the handset held a foot away from his head was odd, although that may have something to do with micing.
I’d rather have seen a documentary about his sister and her traveling floozy show and I don’t even like floozies.
I’m just barely interested enough to watch next week assuming there’s nothing else more interesting on and I manage to stay awake.