Weeds: I am the table
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- August
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It’s been an eventful two weeks on Weeds. I was on vacation and never got around to posting my reactions to last week’s episode. I’m back on the job, though, and this one was a doozie.
And you’ll be happy to know I finally got caught up with all the past episodes I’d missed. Man, Majestic/Agrestic burned up fast.
Anyway, remember when Ren Mar was this new place where the Botwins didn’t quite seem to fit? I can barely remember what it was like when it wasn’t home.
What was Nancy thinking when she went behind Guillermo’s back last week? We knew the seeds were sewn for her boredom early on, and a return to the weed-dealing game was coming soon. And I don’t know (or at least I don’t recall) what Guillermo’s problem was when he said no to her request for product to start dealing again.
I guess he was still mad about her foray into the tunnel, which didn’t reflect well on him with Esteban.
But going over Guillermo’s head to Esteban was only going to ruffle his machismo, as evidenced by his threat to kill her in front of her kids. I liked how Esteban handled that bit of business. I can’t imagine Guillermo thinks everything is settled, though.
In fact I was pretty sure it was his crew that was responsible for shooting up the restaurant where Nancy and Esteban went to eat, though logically that would not have added up. It would have been suicide. Still, I was sure Nancy would come out of that bathroom to see Esteban in a bullet-riddled lump. And after she vandalized his photo like that, too.
Andy and Doug are in full swing with their kinder, gentler coyote business. Andy fancies himself a modern-day Moses, while Doug is stretching the believability of his established character by hoodwinking that Minuteman militia leader so smoothly. Maybe love makes you do bold things.
Their clientele sure seem to like the matzoh treatment, but word is already getting around. That coyote Andy shot in the leg has a long memory and a bad limp. Still, you can never feel too suspenseful with this show. Bad things have a way of never really happening to these people.
Well, that’s not totally true. Celia’s having a tough time staying awake. She’s forced to be the mom she never tried to be, not that Isabelle is necessarily feeling the love so much. But a little happy sniffing sauce has Celia in high gear behind the counter, and as bad as she is at the job she’s probably not much worse than she was before.
That kind of applies to her motherly skills too, no? Isabelle isn’t too happy being an outcast at her new school, and neither is Shane. But his assertive tack—smacking the cool kid upside the head with a tray—is a unique tack.
In other news, Silas is living every 17-year-old’s dream, assuming every 17-year-old dreams of being a pot-growing prodigy with a gorgeous, older cheesemonger for a girlfriend. A business partnership is taking shape with those two to go with the romantic one they’ve got going. This would seem like a very bad idea, but luckily logic seldom applies to this show.
If it did, everyone would already be dead or in jail, no?
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on Tuesday, August 5th, 2008 at 9:00 am by Brian Howard.
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