View the gallery All hail the return of Lemon! This episode had a lot of fun stuff in it, namely, a lot of Don Todd and his Monster Golf Safari, and a VERY ELABORATE PARTY thrown together at the last minute, which was extreme even by BlueBell standards. Essentially, though,
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View the gallery In which Mellie shoots and scores, and -- despite some banal moments -- this damn episode got me misty at the end. This week's anagram: Cyrus Beene Sad.
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View the gallery The curious thing about this show is, you feel like it SHOULD be tawdry, but it isn't. It's very well-made, very classy and nonjudgmental; it lets the footage and the people do the talking and you can conclude what you want. And
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View the gallery How is it possible for a show where a dude drowns the brain fog out of his ex-girlfriend is SO BORING? Also: apparently, Stevie Grayson only brought one outfit to the Hamptons, and Justin Huntley takes his shirt off and then peaces out. Sigh. NOW what
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View the gallery This show loses me all the time, and then it makes Kate Burton say, "YUM YUM, CRISPY PIGGY, YUM YUM," and I am back in again. This week's anagram: Jake Ballard Command.
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View the gallery Even when Judith Light only has one scene, and the episode itself doesn't achieve much, somehow Dallas manages to be very juicy indeed. Here, we get some sexual shenanigans and a piece of lingerie that is direct from the mall in Hell.
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View the gallery I accidentally typed "Fug the Snow" at first, which I imagine is how a lot of people feel right now. This episode has some good blouses, bad pants, and a return to the nadir of Scarlett's hair, which I am hoping she will
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View the gallery Guess what's boring? This show. Even though our protagonist has a mysterious brain fog and Gail O'Grady is, frankly, awesome. At least Nolan wore a shirt covered in puppies?
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View the gallery James is the worst plotter in the world. THE WORST. Which is depressing for him considering he's married to one of the best.
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View the gallery The first episode of Lindsay Lohan's Oprah-produced show, Lindsay, basically just sets the table for what the promos present as a fraught, challenging, and occasionally volatile experience trying to get her life and recovery on camera. This is certainly presented as more of a
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View the gallery My new favorite band is Gunnar, Avery, and Zoey, and if this show goes off the air at any point then those actors need to hit the road together.
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View the gallery Please watch this show, Fug Nation, because it is DISHY. Judith Light snorts blow and drawls a lot! Sue Ellen drinks! People revenge-dance! I was lamenting the other day the lack of great soaps -- and thus, great soaps to parody in the brilliant vein of Tootsie
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View the gallery Olivia Pope is not the only person who's gonna be getting some with a person who has "president" in his job title.
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View the gallery This episode resets the table somewhat -- in a nicely REVENGE-y way, although not as lame as a Revenge-y one -- so in lieu of proper screen grabs, I'm going to tell you what happens while we look at the new title cards for everyone:
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View the gallery I love it when I'm wrong: Teddy did INDEED watch Powers Boothe unplug and move on up to the great big outlet in the sky. This is going to make Thanksgiving so uncomfortable.
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