Last week, I watched 604 with a crowd of girls at a friend's place. Lots of wine and spirits and smart snacks. Plus some other party favors outside that of course, I personally did not partake in. Not to mention good old-fashioned lesbian gossiping, flirting and carrying on. Then the episode came on. And the fun was sucked right out of the room. Just like that. Because the final season of the L Word is rock bottom for a series filled, certainly from the second season on, with implausible plot lines, personality transplants, complete disregard for continuity and general WTFness.
There we all were, grooving at a nice little party. And once the L Word came on it was Instant Buzz Kill. The second the episode was over, everybody scurried home, no post-game wrap up.
Last night my gf and I watched alone at home. And barely stayed awake. We've lost our will to even snark at the sh*t on our TV screen. How sad is that?
Let's see, what were the highlights of 605?
Jenny trying to keep Shane on a short leash. Jenny stealing Alice's story and selling it for $500,000. Tina's angry ranting at the Hollywood pr*cks (We know Julia Sugarbaker. We cheered her indignant, Southern-flavored rants over the years. Sorry, T, but you are no Julia Sugarbaker. Neither are you Bette, so settle the f*ck down.) The continued fear of Bette doing her cheesy, overly flirty former college roommate (who was straight and bolted when Bette tried to put the moves on her back in the day and continues to be straight judging by all the men she hits on, but somehow is being sold to us as a huge threat to the future of TiBette.) The Alice-Tasha-Jaime triangle that seems will never pay off in any fun way for the viewers.
I did perk up for the Helena and Dylan love scenes. But, come on, how ridiculous is it that Helena would want Dylan back after the serious extortion sh*t she pulled a couple of seasons ago. I might have considered the, um, deployment of the mission to ascertain the disposition and intent of one Ms. Dylan Moreland at Kit and Helena's nightclub sort of amusing. Except for the fact that this little scheme felt like a rip-off of the Season One mission to ascertain the deal with one Ms. Lara Perkins.
It might be distressing that the L Word, in its sixth and final season, is so out of decent story lines that it has to rip off not only tabloid headlines (Bearded man gives birth! Boozing starlet likes girls!) but has to cannibalize itself. Except...
Well, I guess if the L Word could actually eat itself... Oh, never mind.
Just kill Jenny already, get Max to spit out that baby, break up whatever couples you're going to break up and put us all out of our misery.
Here's hoping to be less afflicted by L Word ennui next week.