Count me as another oldie who thought “Venus Butterfly!” The thing about the dude with Claire (Peter Facinelli, aka Mr. Jennie Garth, playing far younger than he really is) is that he seems far too normal. He can’t possibly be a good match for a Fisher, there’s no quirk to him, no nuance of sexual weirdness, no hint of mental illness, no apparent deviancy, no violent streak, no disrespect for the law. I give him two more episodes, then he’s gone – and newly orgasmic Claire is gonna go toddling after headcase Billy.
Give me a break.
Edie and freeloader “oh you folded my panties” girl (Anita?) can both go to hell. Russell and his lack of basic anatomical knowledge, can drive them there.
Rico is irritating me. He needs to get contrite PDQ. He needs to get down on his knees and crawl. Instead he’s listening to love 'em and leave 'em George. Idiot! He deserves to be sleeping in the corpse prep room. Blech.
Brenda and Nate. Whatever. Yawn. Maya, in 18 years, will be in serious therapy. “My dad, who had all these screwed up dreams about my dead mother in weird situations, moved in with his totally screwed up ex-girlfriend, and took me with him. She was this total mindtrip pot smoking sex addict – and get this, she was studying to become a shrink! She totally destroyed my childhood.”
Was I the only one who figured that if Keith was gonna cheat with anyone, it was going to be with the other bodyguard? (Bobby Canavale) Schtupping Celeste wasn’t just a bad career move, it was a bad life move. But the fact that David is having freak out hallucinations in church, even, not to mention the sexual acting out, is bothersome. Why isn’t anyone (like his funeral director/former grief counselor brother) encouraging him to go to a trauma counselor? Argh.
This show is getting too frustrating. I don’t like where any of the characters are going at all. They’re becoming too screwed up. Dysfunction is one thing, mental breakdown is another.