EPISODE RECAP: The Age Of Dissonance
March 20th, 2009Discussed: Isherwood and a January 16th 2005 Article, OK Things Come To Those Who Wait, For All Those In Love With Chick-fil-A, Emerging Craving Honey, Stockholm Syndrome, Idolizing Ike, When A Hiatus Is No Longer A Hiatus, Lesbian TV Overlords, Aaron Rose Wasn’t The Worst, Inadvertently Pitching Horror Franchises, Debilitating Physical Affects Of Teen Betrayal And Love, Constance Must Pay Faculty In Gold Bricks, We’ll Take Steve Martin, We Want To See Darota’s Spinoff (But Keep Our T-Mobile/AT&T Phones)
AT VERY, VERY, VERY, UNBEARABLY LONG LAST
Sweet Jesus, battered and served fried on a buttered roll. The double unthinkable happened; Gossip Girl managed to somehow get an episode together for air, and we simultaneously, not quite coincidentally, came out of hibernation. So what’s the view like emerging from the dank depths of a GG-less life? Wowsers, well…
We must admit a fairly sizable creeping disinterest in the continued emotional abuse dished out by the cruel hands of the CW. I mean, we’re not Rhianna (P.S. fuck you Chris Brown), you can’t go away for six fucking weeks and not say a thing about it anywhere and then just expect us to come right back lovingly to you. But isn’t that just what happened?
We were worried we wouldn’t be able to remember what the hell was going on in the world of GG, but thank goodness for this blog - we quickly, and wittily, brought ourselves up to speed.
No matter, with nary a care for its history, we were catapulted right into yet another Constance Billiard exercise in extreme absurdity, this round, their mandatory senior class school play, naturally doused in whole mess of sticky ridiculousness: Nelly in a fat suit looking somehow not unlike Oprah, Chuck not in the production on account of a hypertension doctors note, Dan of course taking everything waaaaay too seriously in a classic play chosen for its play-within-a-playness and directed by an inconceivably douchey guy raising the already heady apexes of just how douchey men can get on this show. Thankfully this resulted in a real star turn for New York Times theater critic Charles Isherwood.
Speaking of douchey men, Carter Bason III: The Revenge (This Time It’s Personal) happened. As if he weren’t creepy enough in his two prior appearances, he’s starting to look like a cyborg cross between Chuck, Nate and Dan, at times so indistinguishable between the others, our optic nerves became sore from not knowing where to focus, too much “good looking hunk” on the screen. What else to say, but that last scene with him and Blair literally sent chills throughout our bodies and sent C sliding off the couch onto his knees, mouth agape in utter disbelief.
Ms. Carr promptly fell apart - we didn’t expect her to go down, so to speak, quite so hard so quickly. Sex in the closet was a nice touch though. Rufus the Righteous intercepted a note to Dan with a key to her house and went right over in what could have been a very h-o-t encounter. Instead, in a shock to no one, he just unsexily held forth from his high horse. And even managed to refrain from asking how a former Teach for America and current teacher affords her posh digs and $1K Bose Acoustic Wave Music System.
The whole ‘Cyrano’ storyline is almost too stupid to go into here, expect for the fact that it made for some very sweet moments between what is turning out to be the anchor of relationship normality, Nate and Vanessa. But wait! Next week’s preview saw the GG writers doing what they, and evidently us, love best - bringing together to only tear apart couples we love to have together, so these precious Nate and Vanessa moments appear to be numbered.
Oh, and Chuck got rolled by his dream lover from the ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ club. While this was merely marginally interesting, the fact that it sent Chuck to the shocked face of Darota and lair of Blair is the real prize.
So, all in all, not a bad Monday nite, AKA - good to have ‘em back.
That said, we’re unclear how tenuous this having them back is, and how many more willy nilly hiatuses we can handle.
At least it looks like we’re on for next week.
Woo-hoo!
XOXO.










