The “OC” returns, buoyed by a late-season surge in popularity during its debut run and a stiff promotional campaign in the interim. The premiere proves it’s still one of tv’s best-written shows. But will winning the popular vote kill its creativity?
Our TV Summer leaves as summer finally comes. It’s going to be a long few months without “The OC” to kick around. But rainbows are in this year, and cold beer can’t be censored.
In the penultimate episode of the season, the cool kids from Orange County head to the Vegas, while the losers stay back and deal with wife-beating, teen pregnancy and other hilarious issues. Next week is the finale. What’ll we do this summer?
Derek Phillips, aficionado of Aaron Spelling’s work in the 90s, fills in this week for Johnny Loftus who is busy hanging with Sebadoh in Detroit and forgot to set his VCR.
“The OC” is still smart, entertaining TV, whether you’re a teen, tween, or doing ‘ludes and listening to Dean and Jean Ween. Still, clunky melodrama is starting to crowd the characters that make it great.
Another entry in our ongoing coverage of everybody’s favorite teenage soap opera, “The OC.” Haters, please find comment box at the end of the article.
Escape once again from actionable intelligence and political stammering with another installment of our “OC” post-game. The clunkiest melodrama is magically transformed into compelling television – it’s the world’s best fantasy league.
The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th installments of a guilty pleasure that’s tailored not only to the 99 percenters, the dullards, but also those highfalutin track jacket-wearing motherfuckers you see skulking at Diesel with cigarette eyes.
“The OC” returns to the airwaves tonight after a holiday layoff. Those arch richies in Rooney will guest star. Johnny Loftus tunes in.