Blogging From The Beacon.
Thoughts on the week of July 6-10.
In spite of a certain interruption, the week held together remarkably well thanks largely to relying on the sensibility which the series has built up over the past year. The week served as a summary of many of these traits, playing on the show's past and present with lightness and irony.
Having the Lewis and Spaulding men gather together at that bar to fail at playing a game of pool and wind up in a battle of fists was a nice way to begin the week. The insults were charming, though not quite as charming as Lizzie's bizarre bachelorette party being helmed by a very drunk Alexandra.
Bill and Lizzie finally had their wedding day by week's end. It was the culmination of the show's new way of doing these things. Everything went wrong on their wedding day - the musicians had food poisoning, Bill destroyed the food, the flowers Lizzie ordered were still bulbs, the invitations were for the wrong day. As has become the norm, they turned the old, glamorous way of doing things upside down and offered something unique. The fact that they clearly could have had a more normal church service and chose not to is a confirmation of the show's anti-glamorous form of romanticism. After all, having everyone show up in a field with chairs and potted plants to have a wedding is no less artificial, and far more of a romantic leap than have one in a church. It didn't have quite the same oddly patched together feel of Jeffrey and Reva's wedding in field with a hot dog stand, but it's close. The highlight of the affair, however, was watching a desperate bride and groom attempt to sculpt their wedding cake out of Twinkies and whipped cream, a sight which will likely never appear anywhere else on a soap.
Olivia's romance wasn't going as well. She and Doris teamed up to hit the road in search of Nat. It was basically what one would expect, with the women excelling in dry humor and cynical quips. Watching Olivia run around to convents and scream up at windows for the love of her life was like something out of a Gothic novel, or "A Streetcar Named Desire" at least. Even Olivia thought so, catching herself in the moment, unable to recognize the character she had become. Both women, who have been acting incredibly out of character for months, were pushed into a kind of breaking point this week. Olivia rushed around town, collapsing in tears and asking for help, things which would have been unthinkable for her in the past. But has she really become, as she put it, "The pathetic heroine in a Tennessee Williams play?" Could this moment be the one that returns her to who she was, or is it too late for her?
The Edmund case took another surprising turn. Mallet's suspicions have just shifted to his shifty-eyed wife, Marina. It looks like she may have pummeled Edmund's double to death with a piece of her baby stroller. Even before he stumbled onto this little revelation, he was having a difficult week. His insecurity seemed to be getting the better of him as he and Shayne nearly pounded on each other. Finally last week gave me what I've always been looking for in Marina and Mallet, the dark side of their characters which their character histories imply but which are never effectively written in. for the last couple of weeks, they have been, so that's a positive step and a better fit for both of them.
Anyway, those were my thoughts about last week. Please feel free to leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments section below and remember that this is all in fun.
- Matt Purvis