Desperate Housewives – Season 7, Episode 3

I don’t think I’ll post any more on DH. Unless something amazing happens, maybe. It’s just all too predictable (not that I’m saying this is a bad thing) and to be honest, I can’t think of much to write about it.

Still, I’ve started so I’ll finish.

Last night’s episode was pretty funny, albeit tinged by that lingering sadness about Juanita. Paul’s new wife provided much mirth with her unintentional punning: Paul a “ladykiller” indeed! Susan continues cleaning in her lingerie in a farcical manner. How long until Mike finds out? ‘Stoned’ Tom was a delight, as was Lynette’s tricky switcheroo. I love their dynamic and as I said last week, I hope they won’t be ripped apart (again) by Renée.

Vanessa Williams may be simply reprising her role as Wilhelmina, but it’s just what the Lane needed. She is filling Edie Britt’s bitchin’ boots nicely. Although her egging on of Bree was a tad unnecessary. I feared Nipplegate #2 as Marcia Cross sashayed across the screen with her deep V.

As I said, that’s probably it for me for now on the Despos front. I might take it up again, and I will definitely keep watching, but for now, adios amas de casa.

Desperate Housewives – Season 7, Episode 2

As I predicted last week, this had the feeling of the second of a two-parter, so there’s not an awful lot I feel is worth commenting on.

Susan continued to be the luckiest woman on Earth as Mike seemed to ignore the obvious and indulge in a little Afternoon Delight with his ‘perfect’ housewife. She’s was ridiculous as she gyrated around the vacuum cleaner, but what do you expect? This is DH.

Lynette had to adjust to Tom’s post-partum depression in the only way she can, making jokes about tender nipples and heavy flow days. Speaking of which, is Felicity Huffmanpregnant in real life? There were a lot of shots from the chest up and the props department supplied a lot of bags, laundry baskets and loose dressing gowns to seemingly cover her abdomen.

I feel the secret between Tom and Renée is a bit obvious – hopefully Marc Cherry has a trademark twist to put on it, otherwise I will be disappointed. Why do the writers feel the need to ruin the best hubby on the Lane by making him a love-rat, in Heat parlance?

Bree fancies the hot builder – totally didn’t see that one coming. Oh no, wait, I did, everyone did. Just writing about it bores me.He was right though: Bree does look good in yellow.

The highlight of the episode for me was Gabi’s fake sexsomnia. It was very funny; we can always rely on Eva Longoria to ham it up. The ending was heartbreaking though, as Carlos revealed the truth about Juanita. Oh Juanita.

In psycho-news, Paul Young married his prison pen-pal and is forcing all sorts of things on her. It can only end in disaster and, as she announced his arrival on the Lane, I hope Mrs McCluskey has something to do with it.

Thank goodness Lee and Bob are back on the scene. I hope they get back together, or at least are around a bit more in the future. I love their dynamic and was becoming really fond of them.

Things should get back on track next week as the proper complete episodes start. Fingers crossed.

Desperate Housewives – Season 7, Episode 1

Despos is back!

I unashamedly love Desperate Housewives. It is the perfect escapist show, where anything can happen as long as it’s camp.

Vanessa Williams, a.k.a. Wilhelmina from that other gloriously gay show Ugly Betty (Rest In Prada) has arrived on Wisteria Lane to much deserved fanfare. The show was getting a bit samey and it’s great to have another wife to get to know, especially someone with a backstory to one of the main ladies.

We finally found out the identity of the baby-swap, although it took a while to work out who the man was breaking the news to. I even had to resort to Google to double check it was Carlos, just sans facial hair and a few pounds. I liked the symmetry of this plot point, and as we all know, the secrets Gabbi and Carlos are keeping are bound to come storming out sooner or later.

Paul Young is back and as creepy as ever, much like his tormenter/tormented Felicia. I’m not as excited by the revisit to that story as I should be though. That is how I feel about most of the big mysterious plots though, I prefer the stuff that goes on around it.

Susan has sunk to a new low to support hot hubby Mike and son MJ (who has a real gift for comic timing). Teri Hatcher is looking more and more like Michael Jackson – it might be time to lay off the botox love (despite what she says). She’s my least favourite housewife, in the same vein that Carrie is the worst SATC woman without a shadow of a doubt.

Bree’s storyline with the painter is a)predictable, b) lame and c) something they have already done with Susan and that one whose name I can’t remember. It will only last a few episodes though so I’m not that bothered. At least it should be amusing.

From the preview at the end of the episode it looks like next week forms the second of a sort of two-parter – the inevitable ‘Double Season Opener’ from the States. This should mean the episode after next is when it should all kick off a bit more. I can’t wait.