After Liv is out the door, Trevor asks, "What happened to wanting your mom to know the truth?" Claire is trying to accept that "this is the truth to her. This is who she is." Trevor's subdued. He nods his head and looks at the table before him and grabs a bottle. "You want wine with dinner, or..." Claire interrupts to tell him he's not staying. Trevor tells her she's a "terrible hostess," but she coldly bids him goodnight. He puts the wine bottle down. "But you're a great daughter." Claire softly thanks him for that and then joins him at the table. "So Trevor, how was your day?" She dishes out spaghetti for both of them while he says, "Yeah. It was my kind of day." He pours the wine and they make small talk we really can't hear over the music, and then the best thing happens in the whole hour. It ends! HOORAY!
Okay, so I know I was hard on this episode, but only because it bored me to tears. The good includes this: Marshall being a regular kid who happens to be gay, rather than a condescending stereotype; Constance Zimmer; Bobby Cannavale; the invisible man; gaining some insight into Claire; Trevor telling one of his clients that he's Cupid; the solid guest stars this show lands on a regular basis.
The bad: being hit over and over again on the head with why Claire is like how she is; force feeding us this idea of chemistry between Trevor and Claire, rather than creating some; writing Julie Hagerty's character just way too far over the top.
I want to like this show. I was okay enough about it during the first two episodes. It should be picking up by now, but the only thing it seems to be picking up is speed as it rushes headfirst into a brick wall of blah. I hope this was a one-off, Rob.
Cindy McLennan is not usually this sullen and bitter. Feel free to email her at CynthiaMcLennan[at]gmail.com with your best defense of this episode. She promises she probably won't read them to her savvy ten-year-old and mock you. Much.