Sunday also saw the return of The OC. Yay! So, I missed most of the last series, but it seems that Ryan's troubled brother got shot over something or other by Marissa. Jim from Neighbours is dead, which leaves the way clear for Jennifer Aniston's other ex to come sailing back into the divine Julie Cooper's life. Kirsten is in rehab - eh? what is it with Americans and alcohol: one double vodka does not an alky make. But she's in there with Seven of Nine! Yay!
So anyway, they're all worried about, you know, this shooting thing which is like, a big cloud hanging over them. Ryan tries to look sorry that his brother is in a coma, and then they all skip off in Marisa's dad's yacht to frolic on the beach for one last day of freedom or something. I suppose the usual party around a marvellously appointed pool would be a little tasteless under the circumstances. But then the brother makes a miracle recovery and is encouraged by Julie to skip town on a Greyhound bus. Trey and Ryan exchange girly waves, and Trey looks happy to know that he is still the handsome one.
Seven of Nine has found a Jeffries tube that leads straight into the Cohen house and lurks outside the door looking thoughtful as Kirsten snivels about letting down her family or something. Watch out for those nanobots, Kirsten!
Monday, January 16, 2006
On the other hand...
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