The ”Grey’s” premiere: When Meredith met Lexie
So here we are, back again at Seattle Grace, the scene of so much misery last spring that we just blocked it out in order to enjoy the lighter-by-comparison summer fun of, say, tragically self-destructive detectives (Holly Hunter’s Saving Grace) or tragically self-destructive writers (David Duchovny’s Californication). Yes, when we last left our favorite hot docs, they were nothing less than a bloodbath of angst — Meredith and Derek on the verge of splitting again for no real good reason, Izzie declaring her love to an unresponsive George for no real good reason, Cristina sobbing herself out of her wedding dress for a very good reason. (That is, for Sandra Oh’s Emmy reel — love the Heigl, too, but did voters see that scene?)
Our first few scenes back made it clear — with a Shonda Rhimes-penned script, no less — that there would be no dark Sturm und Drang to match that very emo finale. We have shiny new interns! Happy boppy opening music! A sunny establishing shot of Seattle! It feels like the first day of school — a brand new day, to crib from that maddeningly omnipresent promo ABC has been running for a certain spin-off show on Wednesdays. (I refused to allow myself to think back on last season’s premiere, by which this — and most episodes of television in the world — would suffer by comparison. Remember sweet McVet? And the black panties? ”Dark and twisty”? Izzie in that divine prom dress? Sigh. No. Don’t think about it anymore; change is good. We learned that from tonight’s narration.)
The back-to-basics vibe stuck throughout the episode, which, while not exactly life changing, did successfully deliver one very strong message right from the source: Classic Grey’s is back, dear viewers, and we can do this addictive combo of banter and soap and metaphorically resonant surgeries without Isaiah Washington and Kate Walsh, dammit. (But if Private Practice tanks, we can totally do it with her, too! Whatever! And who’s Isaiah Washington? Never heard of him.)
All the hallmarks of old-school Anatomy were there. Alex and Izzie and Cristina and Meredith traded mildly witty barbs while sitting on that one gurney in that one hallway where they hang out. A midlevel disaster (car accident) provided a variety of unique surgeries to tackle (pregnant lady with severed arm, dude who seemed dead but wasn’t), plus one totally quirky twist (the deer who was hit must be saved!). And preposterous coincidences popped up to wreak further havoc on characters’ already complicated personal lives.
We might as well go ahead and talk about Ms. Coincidence first, since she was one of the bigger developments of the night. Just so happens one of the new interns is Lexie Grey, the half sister Mer never met and never saw any photos of ever. Of course, we’ve known since the penultimate episode last season last season that this was coming, thanks to Lexie’s flirtation with Derek in the bar, but tonight marked the big reveal to Meredith. The good news is they didn’t drag it out. They just plopped her introduction to her big sis right in the middle of getting the victims out of the ambulance, actually, which was awkward but better than some annoying multi-episode arc during which everyone would have to keep it a big secret and find contorted ways to not call Lexie by her last name or whatever. (You know that would totally happen on a lesser show. Or during those several helpings of super-extra-irritating we got in the middle of last season.)
Turns out there is a certain self-absorption that runs in the fam. The first big dialogue for the younger Grey came when she fluttered in to deliver X-rays to an impatient Cristina. ”I met my sister for the first time,” Lexie blathered by way of apology while a recently-dead-turned-back-alive man lay on a gurney. ”So then I got lost in my head on the way to X-ray because of Meredith?.” I was just thinking, Really, this is what we’re in for? when it got even worse. Next, she was caught right in the middle of Mer and Der’s first apparent face-to-face since their sorta-breakup ”talk” at the almost wedding (because, coincidentally, young Lexie had been sent to get good old McD for a consult). And Mer learned her sister was ”the girl from the bar” whom Derek had flirted with! ”The girl from the bar?” she fumed. ”I’m the girl from the bar.” I must admit, I almost had to love this massive ball of ridiculousness just for that line alone.
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