"Are you married?" "No." "How come?" "It's a long story." "Are you a fag?"
And so we see yet another brilliant episode of Weeds display its uncanny knack of politically incorrect, terribly offensive, but undeniably hilarious and somehow high-brow seeming humor, in an episode in which widow Nancy Botwin has her first post-husband's death romance, however fleeting, on the day of a Jewish "unveiling" of his tombstone. And she also has sex, although not with the guy that son Shane belittles with his line of questions. No the sex is mostly about business. Mostly.
"No sweetheart, that's a mistake. If you had hair from my side of the family it would be fine, but you have the Jew hair from your father's side, so wear it back until you're old enough to get it straightened," Celia's mother to her granddaughter.
This week's episode of Weeds rebounds from a couple weeks of down episodes to prominently feature Celia, which is always a good thing. Her mother makes a surprise visit from Florida to see her through the battle with breast cancer. Of course, from the moment she arrives, we realize where the crasser side of Celia has come from.
"The whole church group is praying for you, even Mr. Daniel the cripple."
I may be prone to exaggeration on this blog, so I'll try to restrain myself when I say that the new Showtime series Weeds is absolutely, positively the best show in the history of television. Alright, maybe not, but it's certainly the best new series I've seen in a long, long time. And it may very well be the best show on TV right now. Of course, I know that no one gets Showtime, and so no one is going to watch this series, but this could easily be the program that puts Showtime up there with HBO. It's that good. It's Sopranos good. It's Curb Your Enthusiasm good. It makes Entourage - a program I was raving about just a few posts ago - look like it was written by elementary school students. Actually, Entourage probably was written by elementary school students, but that's beside the point. This is a wonderfully funny and original and biting satire that I cannot recommend more highly. If you know anyone that gets Showtime, have them tape you an episode and watch it for yourself. You can thank me later.
And so we see yet another brilliant episode of Weeds display its uncanny knack of politically incorrect, terribly offensive, but undeniably hilarious and somehow high-brow seeming humor, in an episode in which widow Nancy Botwin has her first post-husband's death romance, however fleeting, on the day of a Jewish "unveiling" of his tombstone. And she also has sex, although not with the guy that son Shane belittles with his line of questions. No the sex is mostly about business. Mostly.
