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The L Word
recap: Loyal (season 2, episode 8)
(Original airdate: 10 Apr 2005)
THIS
WEEK'S L WORD VOCABULARY:
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A.M. Homes: God. And the only woman
I'd ditch both Alice and Bette for. Yeah, you heard
me.
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Topping: It's not just for ice
cream.
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Burr: A prickly prick.
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Bette: Brilliant.
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Helena: Hellish.
THIS
WEEK'S GUEST-BIANS: Lauren Lee Smith shows
up just long enough to break my heart all over again;
Melissa Leo hatches a plan; Guinevere Turner grates.
The
previously — Most people don't look
good when I pause my DVR. But Helena looks positively
demonic, whereas Bette looks downright angelic. Try
it and see.
The
prelude — Okay, we're in some sort of
Western movie, and there are some guys talking about
the woman they've ditched, but then she shows up and
impresses them or whatever, but I'm entirely too distracted
by YET ANOTHER VERSION OF THE THEME SONG playing in
the background. This one sounds like the Yentl
soundtrack meets the Xena soundtrack. And
guess what? It sucks like all the rest of them.
Somebody
yells "cut" and the title thingie says this:
on
location for with Burr Connor 1985 Lone Pine, California
Yes,
it says "for with." Apparently nobody on
this show can claim the most rudimentary of proofreading
skills. Remember that the next time your favorite
recapper makes a typo.
Burr
Connor goes over to a trailer and finds some people
having sex. Make that two men having sex, and just
as properly as they do on Queer as Folk. Burr drags
the top guy off and throws him out. He yells at the
remaining guy, his co-star -- he tells him he could
be exposed as an ass bandit.
Yeah,
well, there are worse things: you could be exposed
as a hack "musician" who keeps rehashing
the same stupid flea-bitten melody and never really
manages to come up with anything new. No, I'm not
talking about those albums between "Yes I Am"
and "Lucky." I'm talking about those girls
in tight dresses who drag with moustaches and do a
riverdance on my last nerve.
Another
happy morning — Dana and Alice are trying
to wake up. But they're really more interested in
each other's skin, and who wouldn't be? Their alarm
is set to KCRW/KCRU/KCRY,
which will become important in about as long as it
takes to plant a few kisses.
Alice
starts to work her morning mojo, and it's working
very well for me (and for Dana), but then Dana sees
the clock.
Alice:
"God, don't freak: it's Sunday; we're allowed
to get up late."
Dana: "Alice. It's Monday."
Alice: "No. Mm-mm. No,
it's Sunday."
Dana: "Alice, think about
it. Yesterday we got brunch delivered, and then
the night before we watched Saturday Night Live."
Alice: "Right! Oh fuck!
Oh my god, I have my KCRW thing tomorrow. I haven't
come up with a single idea. I'm totally fucking
up! Oh god. What am I gonna do for my audition?
A once-a-week three-minute culture spot. Right.
I need fuckin ideas."
Dana: "People who ruin
their lives because they can't stop having sex?"
Alice: "Okay, that's really
not helping."
Dana: "I'm sorry. Look,
you're not the only one who's blown off important
things to stay in bed fucking for five days, okay?
I should be training."
Alice: "You should always
be training."
And
Dana smooches Alice and goes to make them some coffee.
But a very, very important thing happened during all
of that: Alice put on the hottest fucking glasses
ever (yes, even better than Shane's). Yow.
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