GCB finally delivered the "Texas-sized" laughs the promos have been promising me in big, crystal-encrusted letters last night. Well, more like Texas Toast-sized dry chuckles. Okay, I didn't necessarily laugh out loud, but the third episode of the cartoony soap for once exceeded my expectations.
Gigi continued to try and play fantasy fairy godmother, despite Amanda's willful plunge into depression and inadequacy, setting up a double date with two hot guys and instructing Amanda to put on a Valentino and wait on her bed. Amanda was NOT READY to be HAPPY—GEEZ MOM get off my back! U.S. Marshals had just send her a very touching letter from her deceased husband, so she spent the episode rattled to the core about her ex and her unresolved feelings of betrayal.
Meanwhile, the three marriages of Amanda's world enemies took center stage. Cricket (see! I know her name, she grew on me) had sex with her trainers as her hubby had his affair with his ranch hand. Carlene ventured further into the cartoon logic of the show in her attempts to interest her husband in sex, including pulling a saddle out of thin air. The Eater could not figure out whether or not she should confront her husband about kissing Amanda, so her whole looking-worried-while-eating thing had a specific significance instead of just being a failed running joke.
Actually, The Eater got the best moment of the season so far when she called up the Texas Chili Council and slipped in a question about her relationship to the very knowledgeable Chili Councilwoman. If the show would put a little more of the absurdism on the shoulders of delightful periphery characters, instead of making the three main C-Bitches see-saw between being formidable foes and screeching caricatures, the humor would work better. As it is, all three bitches took turns silently reacting to the clunky dialogue with carefully timed flared nostrils and widened eyes.