"The L Word' recap: At last, lesbian Turkish oil wrestling!
Feb 18, 2008, 04:43 PM | by Nicholas Fonseca
Categories: 'The L Word', Mini TV Watch
I woke up yesterday morning at 7:15 a.m., turned onto my
left side with disgust, and thought, "Crap, it's Monday." Then I realized that
no, in fact, it was Sunday. And this was Presidents' Day Weekend. And I wasn't
working on Monday. The exhilaration I felt, the sheer joy at having a full 48
more hours before actually going to work (any time the TV's on at my house — that'd
be 23 ½ hours a day — it's some form of "work") was like little I'd known before.
Later that evening, God gave me another gift, a spunky episode of The L Word
called "Lesbians Gone Wild."
Was this it? Would this be the episode we'd all been waiting for, the one teased in those late November promos that had us agape, clutching our fists to our chests and asking, "Did they... are they... is that really two women grappling in Turkish oil?!" Oh, it was. And it was good. So good, in fact, that I even wished I had a cigarette to smoke when it was all over, just because. Dawn Bimbo and Lover Cindy — seriously, it's out of control how often Dawn refers to this woman as her "lover," so I might as well just coin the damn term — opened up a new can of whoop-ass in their war against Kit with a special oil-wrestling themed night at SheBar. And you know what? It worked. Because about all I saw of The Planet this week was Jodi and her ex-girlfriend chit-chatting about bladdy-blah-blah in sign language on a patio. No offense to all y'all signers out there, but I'm thinking they would actually look like they didn't want to slit their wrists if they'd been having that discussion while watching Nikki roll around in goo while wearing a bra and panties. Don't you?
Now as for you, Jenny and Nikki: Is this any way to behave while you're making a movie? I love the way Lez Girls is already careening off the rails. Of course, I'm hard-pressed to tell you exactly how far along they are in filming this thing. We're at a pretty early point in the shoot; to have the director and star not only screwing but wrestling each other in oil in public is its own special problem. It's hard to imagine this will turn out well for anybody: Jenny (pictured) won't be able to explain it away since she hasn't got a clue about how to conduct herself in public (she was totally the girl who threw green beans at strangers and then scowled at them in the cafeteria) or generate good publicity, Tina has no spine, and Nikki has a hot body, so she'll get off scot-free no matter how Lez Girls turns out — and oh, how I hope it succeeds or fails spectacularly! Actually, the only person who's winning anything (e.g., my undying support) at this point is Adele, who continued manipulating the situation beautifully this week. Wasn't that final shot funny and disturbing at the same time?
Something else gave me that same queasy feeling in my stomach this week: Colonel Gillian Davis, the prosecuting attorney in Tasha's don't-ask-don't-tell case and one supreme hardass, from what I've gathered so far. For starters — and we need to get this out of the way now because it'll kill me if I don't just say it — she looks like Peggy Peabody and Joyce Wischnia's love child, and even if she was just the product of their mental merging alone, the idea of one person sharing both lineages completely terrifies me. (Side note: I grew up with a mother who literally asked of every fifth person she met or saw on the street, "Doesn't s/he look like Christine Lahti in the face?" so you'll have to forgive this bad habit of asking if people look like someone other than themselves. It's totally genetic.) But no, honestly, I'd just throw my hands into the air and give up if I were Tasha. Something is clearly eating away at this woman — hint! lamely foreshadowed hint! — and I don't think she's going to let Tasha off that easily. Or, since this is The L Word, she's going to get Tasha off all too easily, right there on her office desk. You just never know.
What do you think? Is Tasha in a lose-lose situation? Have Jenny and Nikki mortally wounded the Les Girls shoot? And was Molly's description of Shane as "The Fonz" of the group the best handle ever, or what?
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