Ain’t nothin’ better than good ol’ redneck ignorance.
Apparently Reverend Phelps has something against Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart. Well, at least he thinks he does. Watch and listen to him ramble on about all the sin in the country while using the two as a springboard to attack things he’s too afraid of. Ahh, Fred. All you need is a little love and to crawl out of the Stone Age. C’mon now, it’s not so hard.
Is it just me, or did the trip to Utah fly by? It seems like it was only yesterday that the escapees were farting around Illinois, trying to find transportation. Now, everyone is out West, and they’re all looking for the money. Even Agent Mahone is headed in that direction, after putting all the pieces together using the information miraculously retrieved from Michael’s hard drive.
It seems funny that T-Bag would be the first one to the map, but that would explain why the guy in the records room was acting so strangely. I just don’t see T-Bag as a “we need to go to the city archives to find the parcel by parcel map” kind of a guy. That kind of research is generally better left to the Willow Rosenbergs of the world. And where exactly did he hide it? That part wasn’t too clear. He mentioned something about a “coin purse,” which makes me wonder why the brothers didn’t strip search him, though I would understand their reluctance.
Regardless, T-Bag is the map now, but suburban sprawl has spread over the land where the money is buried, so the gang has the work cut out for them. Luckily, there’s help on the way – Sucre and C-Note should arrive in town during the next episode. Something tells me that C-Note will eventually buy that RV he had his eye on.
I thought it was a nice twist when Agent Evil played it off that he was gay in order to earn an invite to Sara’s crib. He has proven time and time again that he is wickedly smart, and will stop at nothing to complete a mission. It’s not clear what the deal was with the out-of-service phone number, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.
I also wonder how deeply the Governor will dig. Sara’s apology seemed to affect him, and he’s someone that could actually get some answers. Eventually, someone will clear Lincoln’s name, and right now my money is on the Governor. Mahone used to be the frontrunner, but the pill popping has me worried.
Out on DVD this week:
1) Stay Alive – PASS: You probably already knew this, but this movie isn’t very good.
2) Stick It – RENT: It’s no “Bring It On,” but it’s got spunk.
3) Hard Candy – BUY: Hands down the best indie flick of the year… if not the best film of 2006.
Also in stores: re-releases of “Grease” and “Backdraft,” and new TV season releases of “My Name Is Earl,” “The Unit,” “Battlestar Galactica” and “King of Queens.”
That’s right: Winona Ryder is taking it all off…to promote skin cancer awareness. Holding strategically placed signage that reads “Protect the skin you’re in” and “Save your ass,” Ryder appears in the buff for a series of posters and t-shirts available for purchase at Marc Jacobs and elsewhere…but not, presumably, Saks Fifth Avenue.
Check out Best Week Ever and Egotastic for more on the story…and for one of the funniest headlines we’ve seen in quite some time.
Scientists have discovered two new species of shark capable of walking on the tips of their fins, according to recent reports.
The existence of such “land sharks” has of course been rumored for decades, but evidence supporting the theory had been difficult to obtain, primarily because everyone who claimed to have seen one tended to end up bleeding to death as a result of massive internal and external injuries stemming from bite marks of an unidentifiable type.
Now, however, clever scientists have obtained photographic proof of the sharks’ existence…although, when pressed by reporters, each of the sharks in question still maintained that he was “only a dolphin.”
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