Episode Report Card Djb: C | 3 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT Sixty-Seven Weddings And Nine Funerals
By Djb | Season 4 | Episode 10 | Aired on 08.21.2004
Lazy writing dials long-distance. The script quite literally phones itself in, as Nate walks around his living room holding a phone and fields questions of the "what is that you saaaaaaaaaaay?" variety. This might be the worst method of conveying information available on television. Let's quote it verbatim! "Yes. We'll be at the Black Forest Inn. Yeah. 11:10 in the morning. Yeah, Hoyt. No, 1170 is our flight number. How could we land at 11:70?" Who knows what mysteries might await them in Potato Standard Time? ["Sounds like metric time to me." -- Wing Chun] Nate terminates the phone call and announces to Brenda, "That guy is such a knob." Because Brenda is now very, very nice, she volunteers to take them to the airport, but Nate's got another idea: "I've got a better idea. Why don't you come with us?" I've got an even better idea. Why don't we all swallow a small vial filled with cholera? Brenda, too, senses this might not be the smartest move, immediately offering that she doesn't think so. But Nate is on a Brenda bender, and he tells her, "I actually think it would make the whole thing livable for me." And what could be more important than his needs? If you answered "anybody else's needs," you've never seen this show before. She thinks on it for another second, and then tells him, "Byron. I can't. I have an appointment with Byron tomorrow." But Nate has more in the way of needs than a certifiable psych patient with diagnosed everything and an active prescription to everything. Brenda tells him that she would feel bad if she left Byron "all by himself in the middle of reality." And also? It's her job. HER JOB, PEOPLE. Everyone go to work. It's making me insane. Nate counters, "What about my reality?" Well, Nate, it's just that you're usually so self-sufficient we usually completely forget that you're there. But now that you mention it.
Ambrose, for all of her cool girl chic, really does the Benes out on the dance floor. She flails her arms wildly and makes a pinchy white-girl face which she thinks makes her look "come hither" but really makes her look "go thither." She spots Mena Suvari from across the room and goes "Ain't No Mountain High Enough"-ing over, jamming on the one all the way. Mena Suvari looks like an insane person tonight, by the way. He hair is piled on top of her head like she's the subject of another of Peter Care's finer projects, that being a series of Depeche Mode videos in the '80s and '90s. To which I say...go, Peter Care. Mena Suvari, for her part, is not even slightly amused by Claire's dance, and when she gets to the wall against which Mena Suvari is sultrily leaning, Claire starts pulling her arm and yelling, "Dance with me!" Mena Suvari rolls her eyes because she hates Claire and Richard Gere and Jennifer Lopez, and mutters, "It should be illegal." Claire asks her what should be illegal, and Mena Suvari shoots back, "People trying to get other people to dance. Doesn't work." Good point. You know what else doesn't work? People trying to get other people to rethink Mena Suvari's hair choices this season on Six Feet Under. A "Hang In There!" poster has lost its kitty, is all I'm saying.