Nancy Miller
April 25, 2005 AT 04:00 AM EDT

What does a lesbian drama bring to a second season? Maybe not a U-Haul, but in the case of Showtime’s sapphic soap, excess baggage: Tangled subplots and tedious melodrama are weighing down the once-must-see show. We’ve already beefed about the crappy music; here are a few more suggestions.

FOR THE LOVE OF SYLVIA PLATH, LIGHTEN UP.
Conflict makes compelling drama, but let the ladies laugh now and then. And please give Jenny (Mia Kirshner) an extreme Zoloft makeover. Anything to end her pig-snout-infested dream sequences!

DITCH THE TOKEN STRAIGHT GUY.
Trying to broaden your audience is okay, but there are plenty of intriguing plots to keep the show moving without a horndog hetero (Eric Lively) and his creepy-voyeur story line.

BETTER GUEST STARS, PLEASE.
Last season introduced riveting part-timers, including Kelly Lynch and Lolita Davidovich. This season, Arianna Huffington, Sandra Bernhard, and Camryn Manheim seem more like stunts. You can do better.

GIVE US MIND-BLOWING (NOT POTENTIALLY WATER-BREAKING) SEX.
We get it: Pregnant women can be hot. But one more scene with someone drooling over Tina’s (Laurel Holloman) belly, and we’ll lose it. It’s Showtime, not Oxygen.

You May Like

Comments

EDIT POST