OK, I admit it. I broke down and watched the season premiere of Weeds. For some reason, I am compelled to keep watching, even though it’s not much good anymore. Kinda like that other Showtime series, The L Word, except the latter wasn’t much good from the start. I guess I never realized how much I love Mary-Louise Parker … I’ll stick with her show just because she’s on it. Her eyes are what does it to me. There are brown eyes, and there are dark brown eyes, but Parker has black eyes. It looks like her pupils and irises are the same color (this is when I wish I had a better handle on the vocabulary of physiology). The effect is give her eyes a depth that doesn’t exist in most of us. The eyes are perfectly cast as Nancy Botwin, who is always slightly astonished at her various predicaments. Over the years, though, the predicaments have gotten sillier, even as the general tone has moved from comedy-with-drama to drama-with-comedy.
Like many shows that outlive their usefulness, Weeds offered us a perfect final episode, only to continue onwards for several more seasons. While I am one who believes Buffy the Vampire Slayer kept most of its greatness until the end, the best place for that ending to occur would have been Season Five, which ended with Buffy’s sacrifice (“She Saved the World. A Lot.”). Weeds should have ended with Nancy burning her house down at the end of Season Three, but here we are, starting Season Six.
Was the premiere encouraging? Did I get the feeling the show is back on track? Not really. Will I watch again next week? Probably.