Tonight the 4th season of The L Word kicks off. The L Word, which was formerly a show I really liked forward to every week is now a jumbled mess of confusion. Somewhere along the way it seemed like it’s creators wanted to make it less about the core relationships and more about it being the lesbian version of Sex And The City.
So the clothes are fabulous, but who cares if the plots have big gaping holes and are, for lack of better words – stupid. I mean Jenny’s book and those weird flashback scenes at the circus/carnival, and then her falling in love with trans-gendered Max who subsequently let Alan Cummings give his fake penis a blow job? I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Oh, and then killing off Dana and breaking up Bette and Tina only for Tina to find that maybe she’s not really a lesbian anymore? Lame.
All I want is the show to get back to some sense of goodness and I have a sneaking suspicion that this is not going to be the season because ummm, Cybill Shepherd is not as hot as Sarah Shahi and forgive me if I’m really not all that into seeing old lesbians make out.
So, I’m hoping that the show can get it’s act together because really – it’s the only reason I have Showtime. The only upside to having Cybill Shepherd on the show is that my expectations bar is set really low. Really. Low.