My TV, my TV!
Is it possible that last week's Desparate Housewives is the best hour of television ever made? Probably not. It's still getting my vote at the moment.
Edie the terminally unlikeable was both fleshed out as a human character and yet proved to be, still, a super bitch. Bree got to tell her husband "don't mistake my anal retentiveness for fondness" (a great line in an episode full of them) and then dated the neighborhood pharmacist. Andrew had huge judgemental mood swings exactly appropriate to a 17-year-old boy. Matt saw Clare naked, with absolutely skeevey but not entirely inaccurate results.
And best of all, Susan read her husband the riot act from a stage while the pianist played "New York, New York," using the beautiful line that "it will be snowing on the hilltops of Hell before" she takes him back. I laughed so hard I thought I was gonna die.
I love, love, love this show.
Edie the terminally unlikeable was both fleshed out as a human character and yet proved to be, still, a super bitch. Bree got to tell her husband "don't mistake my anal retentiveness for fondness" (a great line in an episode full of them) and then dated the neighborhood pharmacist. Andrew had huge judgemental mood swings exactly appropriate to a 17-year-old boy. Matt saw Clare naked, with absolutely skeevey but not entirely inaccurate results.
And best of all, Susan read her husband the riot act from a stage while the pianist played "New York, New York," using the beautiful line that "it will be snowing on the hilltops of Hell before" she takes him back. I laughed so hard I thought I was gonna die.
I love, love, love this show.