Monday, April 27, 2009

Friday Night Lights, 3x08, “New York, New York”

Episode Title: New York, New York
Writer: Kerry Ehrin
Director: Jeffrey Reiner
Originally Aired: 03/06/2009
Grade: A-

I know I’m going to end up hating Cash, but I liked his candor with Tyra about fidelity on the road. There was absolutely no hesitation on his part when she said she was going with him—he seemed genuinely thrilled. I guess his brutal “I’ll try to be faithful, but it’s lonely on the road” honesty was probably intended as a bit of a guilt trip to make her regret not coming with him, but in the grand scheme of things, maybe that’s preferable to the idea that he’s really just using her and can’t wait to get back to his carefree traveling manwhore existence. (Although the latter might actually be better for Tyra in the long run, considering that she’s in high school and has been struggling to get into college.)


I also loved the T. Rex musical sequence with Tim and Jason, but that probably has more to do with my love of T. Rex/Marc Bolan (and Taylor Kitsch walking in slo-mo) than a love of musical montages of country bumpkins in the big city. I guess I could buy that these two football-obsessed dorks never watched enough TV to understand the concept of designer clothing, but that’s a little far-fetched…


And unfortunately, I don’t think Jason was portrayed very positively in what was essentially his send-off episode. Most of his scenes consisted of him whining or acting ridiculously naïve. Jason’s entire plan was a joke from the start—from what I recall, Grant casually told Jason to stop by and say hi if he ever ended up in NY, not “Come to New York and I’ll get you a totally awesome job!” I know Jason was desperate, but he was desperate enough to sink to that level of pigheaded stupidity? The only reason Jason reaped any benefit from the entire trip was because Tim Riggins is the bestest best friend in the world and had the sense to tell J to stop being a whiny baby and find a way to make it work.


And of course sweet, noble Jason can convince Wendall and land a highly competitive job as a New York sports agent by being typically stupid and noble and naïve. Yuck. The whole storyline was rendered even more distasteful by Jason’s argument that “I’m not the kind of guy who just leaves things at that.” Really, Jason? Because you almost did just that, and you would have if not for Tim (though the director or the writer may have acknowledged this by ending the episode on a close-up of Tim’s face). All in all, not really the best send-off for Jason Street.


On the plus side, Buddy’s patronizing comment about Mac’s “little flexi-straw” is the kind of throwaway line that brings this show to life so believably. Awesome!

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