After a crisp, clever start, this season of Big Love has unfortunately become something like a pot dream Justin Kirk’s Andy might have in Weeds.
To pick just a few wacky plot-points from so many last night:
• Bill running for office but taking time out from the hotly contested campaign to drive down to Mexico to rescue his son from his bird-smuggling, gun-smuggling parents.
• Hollis Green conducting a ridiculous “trial” which includes his uni-sex wife Selma taking a Luger and killing a “guilty” bird-smuggler while poor Grace Zabriskie is forced to do more over-acting than she’s done since the second season of Twin Peaks.
• Margene marrying the boyfriend of Ana (just when I thought we’d gotten rid of the dolorous Ana from last season) while continuing with her dream: to become a QVC-style TV star, just what every secret polygamist hopes to transition into.
• Mary Kay Place forced to do more over-acting (her Adaleen lordng it over her daughter Nicki for getting pregnant more quickly than Nicki, prompting the latter’s immortal moan, “My uterus is unhappy!”) than Place ever had to do on Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. And let me add, I love Mary Kay Place.
• The bloody severing of Hollis’ arm via a special effect that makes Plan 9 From Outer Space look as cutting-edge as Avatar.
I really enjoy Big Love, usually. I still have a lot of sympathy for Bill Paxton, both for his character and for the actor stuck in this can of nuts.
But I can’t help but think the season has become, again in the words of Nicki, “colossally bird-brained.”