Well, Tuesday’s episode was certainly subtle. (JK — this is Salem!)
Nothing screams “transition episode” like everyone in town randomly deciding to switch career and/or life paths in the span of an hour. That said, I’m not mad at it. We need some fresh energy and new dynamics. Theresa has been stuck in this awful cycle of stupid schemes to get her hooks into Brady for months now, so to hear her profess an actual ambition was nice, even if it came out of absolutely nowhere. Abe sat Justin down to be like, “Hey, wanna be the DA?” and Justin was like, “Sure!” Nicole quitting her reporting job was less abrupt — I mean, as far as these things go — and that angle has never worked for me, so sayonara, Unnamed TV News Outlet! I was a little thrown when she made that comment about never having been happier than when she ran Titan… When the hell was that? When she had her husband “killed” for a few months? Kate’s side of things worked best for me, though I almost wish more had been made of her dumping Clyde. She alluded to having been with “losers,” but I wanted her to call out Curtis Reed by name and really acknowledge that she’d been duped again by the same sort of guy. It’ll be interesting to see how they cram these pieces into place, presumably to get Kate, Nicole, and Theresa all working together at Basic Black, but, um…
I’m not confident that any of these women should be in charge of dressing themselves, let alone running a business that tells other people how to dress. Is there really a space in the market for that strange Venn diagram of streetwalker, Mad Hatter, and Paula Poundstone?
Speaking of Kate and Theresa’s outfits yesterday, I guess it was Floral Print Day:
Jennifer and Eve still haven’t learned not to walk through crowded public places with their eyes fixed completely on the ground. I guess that, no matter who’s writing or who owns which corporation, some things will never change.
(Please see me not mentioning Daniel’s goatee, BTW…)