I'm just going to jump right in by saying that the dark horses really came through for me in this week's episode. Sandy, Luke, and Julie were so kick ass that I cannot even put into words my happiness. But there were several problems in the story that acted as kill joys to my bliss and I feel I must address them now:
1.) When did Anna start dressing like a Down Syndrome kid? You can't just throw on any ol' pair of tights with an outfit--its kinda gotta match a bit. What if everyone decided to pair dark gray tights and silver shoes together? Utter chaos, I tell you! In fact, the fucking show's wardrobe person must've dropped acid before the shoot because everyone looked like shit last night. Marissa actually tries to win back the affections of Ryan while wearing an ensemble reminiscent of a game show hostess. Yeah, does anyone know a high school girl that wears a white blazer? I think I've proved my point.
2.) We get the whole guy-from-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks concept--it doesn't need to be shoved down our collective throats every week. For example: why does Chino have to be shown as some Third World bombed out hell hole? Gee-sus, its not THAT bad out there. People do own cars and travel outside the city limits. My God, they showed Ryan's ex-girlfriend living in a fucking mud thatch hut! And anyone with half a brain knows that a Latina chick that hot would've at least gotten herself set up in someone's adobe back house. Maybe even a little one bedroom apartment! Seriously, last night in the background I think I even saw a small dark-skinned kid panhandling for rice on the street corner. I don't know what the producers of OC were trying to say exactly, but it wasn't nice. Lighten up on the 909ers!
3.) Finally, that Eddie guy should've TAKEN RYAN DOWN. I totally thought Eddie showed up at the Cohen house in order to stick Ryan in the gut. The previews for next week show a fight but I don't think that's enough--I think there's gotta be a knifing incident in homeroom. "The OC" has provided us with the sex, now we need the violence.
In closing, I'd like to state that having the trump card "I fucked your mom" will always beat the "you smell" card. However, if the mom ends up dumping you, you've been brought down a notch and will have to think up a new burn. If you're having trouble coming up with a good put down, you can always call up our good pal Yea-Yea at Clownshoe Brand Hot Tubs. He's a guy that manages to misspell "faggot" three different times, and in three different WAYS, all in one paragraph while trying to burn one of my friends. So, no matter how much you suck at ripping on people, Yea-Yea is worse than you. Actually, let me amend that--no matter what you suck at, Yea-Yea is worse than you. Legal advice, anyone?
