The casting coups continue, with Wallace Shawn (best known for playing the diminutive Vizzini in “The Princess Bride”) turning up in the role of Susan’s agent, Lonnie. How Susan warrants an agent when she never seems to spend a single moment of her day actually writing or illustrating the children’s books by which she earns a living is not explained…but that’s beside the point.
It’s great to see Shawn working, and even better to watch him reach for the stars: short, squat, balding Lonnie makes a pass at leggy, lean, gorgeous Susan – right after telling her that he inappropriately “borrowed” some of her royalties. Needless to say, the underdog gets neutered this time.
Tune in next week to see clumsy Susan accidentally poison both her and Vizzini’s wine glasses at their reconciliation dinner: “CLEARLY, I cannot choose the wine in front of ME…”
And speaking of wine, alcohol appears to be the solution to all of Lynette’s problems when she uses it to get her uptight boss Nina first drunk and then – in a stellar bit of wingmanship – laid (presumably for the first time in ages). Sadly, alcohol then becomes the cause of her problems: Nina, that crazy sex kitten, wants to get laid AGAIN. Once, apparently, is not enough for this voracious creature. She wants to go out every night, and she threatens to stall Lynette’s career if Lynette won’t play along. No one else can be Nina’s wingman; Nina’s too insecure to compete with other single women for her men.
Lynette knuckles under for a while, until she herself is identified as a “regular” by some skeezy married guy at the bar – and then it’s time for action. A quick trip to the rest room, and out walks the Slutty-Sandy-at-the-End-of-“Grease” version of Lynette: no shirt beneath her vest, no more ponytail in her suddenly remarkably curly and bouncy hair, and no qualms about dancing on the bar, slapping herself in the ass. She garners a host of male admirers, and leaves Nina fuming on the sidelines.
Think that one might get back to Tom? Perhaps. But at least Lynette won’t have to be Nina’s boy-fetching bitch any more.
Elsewhere on the block, Bree finally learns that Rex died believing that she murdered him, and Carlos hires himself a lawyer who admits to wanting to sleep with Gabrielle. And, at last, we learn more about the man in Alfre Woodard’s basement. His name is Caleb, he’s “slow”, and he appears to be responsible for the death of a Chicago teen named Melanie Foster.
Sounds like there’s some Steinbeck brewing on Wisteria Lane. Tell us about the rabbits again, George?
