Episode Report Card Demian: F | 214 USERS: C+ YOU GRADE IT Soul Soporific
By Demian | Season 6 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2003.11.02
Back at the Manor, Piper's appraising Phoebe of Raige's latest transgression via the telephone. While the two agree that they shouldn't "gang up" on Raige, Raige needs to accept the fact that the Glamorous Ladies "have a shared destiny to worry about," and Raige's "Power-of-One kick" is in no way serving said destiny. Phoebe agrees to return to the Manor, and hangs up just as the doorbell rings to further Pointless Subplot Number One. Meanwhile, in Pointless Subplot Number Two, the Limbaugh clone wants to answer a letter from a guy who wants his girlfriend to get implants. Alyssa Milano glances at her own pneumatically enhanced bosom, glowers, and pitches another potion vial at the clone's feet all, "No one shall have tits bigger than me! Do you understand? NO ONE!" The clone flares yellow and morphs into a pig. Wah. Wah. Zzzzzzz! Phoebe locks the animal in her office to leave...
...and we're back in Pointless Subplot Number One. Piper answers the door to find a gentleman of scorchingly hot proportions waiting on the porch, and I suddenly perk up a bit. Go figure. Seriously, though, Robert Farrior is freaking gorgeous -- tall, with blue eyes and dark hair, and a bit scruffy with the two-day beard growth and the white t-shirt and the leather jacket. Whew. Smoking. If Piper can pull talent of this caliber, what the hell was she doing with the fucking Dolt for four and a half years? Anyway, as Piper has Tiny Gay Chris balanced on one of her hips, the baby bomb is rather quickly dropped, but "Brett" reacts to the news with roughly the same amount of delight as Ryan had earlier. Piper tells Brett she needs to reschedule due to unforeseen circumstances, but he's fine with that. Well, he's fine with that until Tiny Chris pulls some more of his freaky face-mojo. We still, by the way, can't see what Tiny Chris is doing to these guys, and I'm holding out hope it's some sort of hideous, slimy Alien monster face with the teeth and such. However, as I'm sure they blew their effects budget for the evening on that worthless Tyrannosaurus, I know it's going to be something far more prosaic, like orbing eyeballs. Whatever it is, Brett takes one look at it and runs, which is really a shame. If there's one thing this show could always use more of, it's fine male ass. Piper, whose attention had been diverted by crashing noises from the attic, turns back in time to note Brett's absence. She tosses a worried glance at Tiny Chris before shutting the door.