Episode Report Card Demian: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Shannen sings!
By Demian | Season 3 | Episode 24 | Aired on 01.19.1997
Lair of the Adolescent, later that evening. Simon shuffles in to find Shannen curled up and napping on his bed. She wakes at the sound of his keys and immediately apologizes for screwing up his birthday. He says he thought she was writing songs with Nick. "Writing? What? I lost my car keys." Uh huh. Simon looks incredibly guilty, but is managing to pass it off as drunken tiredness. He admits to having had a horrible night without her. She pecks him on the lips and perks, "Happy birthday." They embrace. Like he wouldn’t reek of Chloë right about now. Whatever. House Delta, Kitchen Division. It’s the morning after the night before, and Shannen enters the room to find Alison staring listlessly out the window. Alison notes that a fellow Glamorous Goddess found Shannen’s car keys in the TV room. She hands them over, then turns to leave. Shannen stops her to ask what’s wrong. Plenty, it seems. The night of the Sweetheart dance, Alison got her freak on with Slammin’ Sammy Stoner. Any port in a storm, I suppose. Now she’s late. I had a little line about heavy flow days and whatnot ready to go here, but I was grossing myself out. Sorry. Shannen apologizes for not paying as much attention to Alison as she should, promises not to tell anyone what Alison has confided in her, and proposes to accompany Alison to have a test done the next day. Alison tearily thanks Shannen, and they hug. But what’s this? Sly Chloë has slinked into the adjoining dining room and has inadvertently overheard the entire conversation! While grabbing a bran muffin as well, but I don’t think the muffin will play much of a part in ensuing events. Oh, dear Lord. Cut to the Scoping Fjords of Sandy Land for the video shoot proper. I’m serious. It’s the same desert location Roswell uses for the Pod Squad’s cave, complete with the jutting outcrop of rock from which the Tess-laden Granilith shot into space in the second-season finale. Dawson has littered the area with telephones, and the band performs next to an old-style red British telephone booth. Don’t ask me to explain. Who knows what goes on beneath that forehead of his, anyway? General shots of the band performing both on the sand and on the hood of a 1960s convertible are intercut with different band members alternately talking, singing, and screaming into the phone in the booth. The lyrics involve easy comings, along with some easy goings and a bit of the stopping, but I shall not transcribe them here. Not after that prior transcription of "Don’t Be" led to that song taking up residence in my brain for five days. Nope. Not a chance. Moody boys in Hawaiian shirts. Soulful white girls in satin, printed chiffon, and go-go boots. Shannen whines the final lyric into the phone as a production assistant sprays the booth’s exterior with a hose. You know, for that "rain" effect. No, I don’t know where they’d get a garden hose in the middle of the desert, so stop asking me. Dawson calls, "Cut!" and preps for the next shot while the bandmates playfully shove each other around. Next!Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25Next