Oh, Sara Sidle. All that squinting. All that eyebrow raising. All that gap-toothed grinning. How we will miss it. All of it. Jorja Fox leaves CSI tonight after eight seasons of forensic sleuthing. Oh, scarecrow, I think I’ll miss that skeptical scowl the most. Jorja told Entertainment Weekly last month that she was leaving for personal reasons, like maybe surfing around the world. To which I say, “Good on ya, mate.” As much as I’ll be sad to see my favorite CSI go, I understand the inclination to get away. Daily TV is a grind, and peering inquisitively at imaginary evidence probably gets old, too.
And, well, there was that unfortunate incident with the bathrobes. Let us for a minute ignore the huge what-the-hell that is the Grissom-Sara thing and discuss their wardrobe choices. Uh, whose silky things were those – his or hers? Of course, it’s not the first time Jorja has shown up in unusual on-screen attire. The cast, the beekeeper suit, the construction jumpsuit – if they’d added a leather vest and feather headdress, she could be a one-woman Village People of sorts. From the foreshadowing in the last few episodes, it seems like Sara has lost her taste for all the death and destruction. That, or she got tired of playing what appears to be the hardest game of pick-up sticks ever. Wait … hmm, on second thought, maybe that’s not what they’re doing. So, what kind of farewell do you think they have planned for Sara? Will Grissom break out the waterworks? Will they – gulp – smooch? Will Sara go out with a bang, not a whimper? Yesterday Jorja joked with the ladies of The View that being off the show has unexpected perks. As she said, “I can date the cast.” Look, I’m all for it, but isn’t Marg Helgenberger married already?
