If you’re following Girls, chances are that Hannah’s now-ex-boyfriend, Adam Sackler, has won you over. And if you’re caught up, you know that in this season’s second episode, “I Get Ideas,” he emailed her an entire album of breakup songs and let himself into her apartment with a spare key, even though she had said in the previous episode that she never wanted to talk to him again.
Grace Devoll, who writes the Girls recaps for this site, has a great, measured approach to the wacky goings on in the show, and a keen eye for detail. Over at Vulture, however, they’re a little more swayed by the Adam Sackler method. And it’s bringing up an interesting question: what is the line between romantic and stalker?
And the award for best-written Epic Coke Night Gone Super Fucking Wrong ever to exist on television goes to… Lesley Arfin & Sarah Heyward, for Girls Season 2 Episode 3: Bad Friend. (Credit also due to Lena Dunham and Andrew Rannells for their incredible performances. Those two must have snorted lotsa Vitamin B12 shooting those scenes, and props to them for taking it like champions.)
When I say “Epic Coke Night Gone Super Fucking Wrong,” I don’t mean “wrong” like not fun, or “wrong” like Hannah won’t have anything to write her vulnerability-exposing tell-all essay about after this experience. She does do it with Laird (sp?) at the end, so there’s always that. What I mean is the for serious kind of Wrong that happens when friends do drugs with friends then start feeling selfish and get thoughtless and treat friends poorly. If you’ve ever done/seen people on drugs and this doesn’t sound familiar, you should probably open your eyes more at parties.
At the end of last week’s episode, all of our beloved Girls were climbing into bed with their respective men… er, not theirs per se, at least in Marnie’s case, but hey, it’s not about possession, it’s about sex. And also some other stuff, like maybe insecurity, loneliness, or a simple craving for a little spoon kind of night. At the end of this week’s episode, we saw some of those sex[ual relationships] disintegrate, and we saw the after effects of others. But mostly we just saw Hannah behaving like a stubborn, dissatisfied brat.
Let’s start with Marnie and Elijah, who, last week, had impulsive (and weirdly competitive) sex that turned flacid in about thirty seconds. Or, as Elijah would put it, three “pumps, thrusts, whatever.” And that’s how he put it to his wealthy, older boyfriend George, who didn’t take it as lightly as Elijah hoped. George tells Elijah he’s spent too much time confused, and doesn’t want to be with someone who’s confused. This is unfortunate for Elijah, considering George is paying for everything (including his rent), but I’m curious as to why Elijah didn’t ask him, “Then why the hell are you dating a guy in his twenties with no job who just moved in with his female ex-girlfriend?” or something along those lines. Instead he begs. Understandable, but unsuccessful. Elijah = dumped. And by the way, he’s not planning on telling Hannah the reason why.
First things first: finally. We can all sleep happy for nine more weeks, knowing we have a treat coming every Sunday. Girls is back, and it’s as flawed as ever.
We open with what is basically a flashback to season one, but Hannah is in bed with Elijah instead of Marnie, who is apparently making her dream of self-improvement: “You stay in my bed and we’ll use your bedroom as a home gym.” Meanwhile, Shoshanna is keeping calm and carrying on by burning some sort of wiccan herbs around her room, appreciating her own “keen mathematical mind and fairly fast growing hair” and also asking the universe to “ruin Ray’s life.” Oh, and, her boss totally forgot to mention this, but Marnie’s getting fired. Back to Hannah, who is secretly dating-but-not-dating Sandy (Donald Glover, who is awesome / a great casting choice / has conveniently beautiful brown skin okay Critics are you happy now?). “I’m going to make logical, responsible decisions, when it comes to you,” she tells him, and maybe she even believes it. But when it comes to Hannah and Adam, logic and responsibility go Bye Bye Birdie.
“I’m offended by all the ‘supposed to’s.’ I don’t like women telling other women what to do, or how to do it, or when to do it. Every time I have sex, it’s MY choice. And if I wanted to go on some dates, I would. But I don’t. Because they’re for lesbians.” – Jessa, “Girls,” Episode 2
After months and months (and months) of deafening buzz, the new Judd Apatow-produced HBO series “Girls” is finally here! Well, almost here – it debuts this Sunday, April 15 at 10:30pm ET. And to listen to the critics, the press and the Twitter feeds of young women everywhere, television, comedy, and the modern female experience will never be the same.
I was lucky enough to catch the first three episodes, and here’s the short version of what you need to know:
*The show is awesome.
*Lena Dunham (the creator, writer, director, and lead actress) is a S.T.A.R.
*If you watch it with a friend, you will have to constantly pause your DVR to recount “that one time you sooooo did that, OMG, and it was just as embarrassing and horrifying and confusing and messy…and wow, why hasn’t anyone ever mentioned that on television before??”
Much has been said about “Girls” – that the relationships between the women feel authentic, that the Millennial sense of mild entitlement feels all-too-real-and-damning, that the sex is horrifying (and, oh dear god, it is). But here is my favorite thing about “Girls:” it takes place in the post-dating world that any WTF?! reader knows all too well. At long last, the post-dating world, warts and all (seriously, they talk about warts), is finally out there for everyone in TV land to see and understand.
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