Last night I watched the latest episode of the Most Disappointing Show Ever: The Gilmore Girls. I've been watching since the beginning, mostly because my daughter is the same age as Rory, and we'd feel all Gilmore Girl-ish as we watched together--though I certainly did not give birth at the age of 16 (or whatever) the way Lorelai did. The snappy, electric dialogue has disappeared competely from the show, as has any semblance of a sexual spark between Lorelai and Christopher, the new husband. (There was never much electricity between her and Luke, either, for that matter.)
Now, in the latest and most absurd plot twist, Christopher is trying to convince Lorelai to have another baby with him. Now I know that she's only supposed to be in her late 30's, and nowhere near Baby Boomer age, but she does have a daughter who's a senior in college. How would having another baby now help her in any way? Oh, and there's that other child-of-plot-convenience, Gigi, who is only mentioned every blue moon, when there's an empty room in a possible house that could be assigned to her. Don't Lorelai and Christopher have to face raising this toddler, too?
He points out that now, happily enough, he has enough money to raise a thousand kids, send them to college and law school, too. What a fortuitious plot point! I really hate it when there's a massive inheritance that solves every fictional character's televised problems. How not like real life is that? (Same thing happens in Friends With Money, a lousy movie with the apparent moral that we should all get money, somehow, even if it's by glomming onto a slobby slug of a guy with a massive inheritance. Lazy scriptwriting, I say.)
Why do I still watch this frustrating, unsatisfying show? I keep hoping that it will get better, that the old Lorelai and Rory will return, like pumpkins turning back into princesses. Or whatever.
Hey, maybe I'll also come into a massive inheritance. (About as likely.)
