First and foremost, the hugest of props to Shauna29 for hooking me up with the first two episodes, including the original, 70-minute version of the pilot, after my mailman lost another package going to my home address. Boooo, Royal Mail. Next, I'd like to thank AB Chao for having such a hellaciously busy summer that she didn't have the chance to recap the first eight episodes of Everwood. You didn't have to move and find a new job just for me, AB! But I'm glad you did, because it means that I get to recap a third show that I really enjoy. And last, both in gratitude and in recognition of the fact that despite the fact that I'm a foot taller than she is, AB could kick my ass with one hand while making a margarita with the other, I'm going to state that Ephram is AB's jailbait boyfriend and no one else's, and any comments I may make about how cute he is will be solely for the purpose of diligent description. Plus, I like Bright just as much, and he's way gayer than Ephram. Now if I can only do something about his hair. Not only is it out of control, but it's also very reminiscent of Heath Ledger, and that can't be good for his career. On that note, on with the recap.
Ah, teen angst. We meet again.
We float over Central Park. If I remember my Everwood trivia correctly, the pilot here was filmed in Canada (before being filmed in Utah ever since), but I think this stock footage actually is Central Park, moving toward the East Side. I hope I'm right, or Sars is going to give me hell. Irv starts in with the monologue that he'll expand on in the season finale: "I wasn't there the day Dr. Andrew Brown's life changed forever. But like most folks in Everwood, I've heard the story enough times to be able to tell it. It begins where many stories begin; in the city of New York, where Dr. Brown lived comfortably with his wife and two children." Fade up on a sweet-looking brownstone, and, AB-style, I'll tell you this for free: If this is Irv's idea of "comfortable" living in New York City, I'd gladly settle for "cramped." Your house in Everwood would buy a utility closet in the Big Apple, Irv. Utilities not included. Sue Ellen Mishkie (sorry, but as is typical of Seinfeld, that's just the best name ever, so deal with it), sporting a smart dark bob and sipping coffee (or at least hopefully not yerba mate), calls to Ephram that he's going to be late. Ephram, wearing his typical short-sleeved t-shirt over long-sleeved t-shirt, "I know, I know"s her, and a wide shot allows me to stare in abject jealousy at their kitchen/breakfast area. I'm really glad this show is leaving New York quite soon, because it was bad enough watching Felicity enjoy dorm rooms that, unlike every actual dorm room in the city, didn't stretch the definition of the word "room" beyond all recognition. If I had to watch the Browns living in the Taj Mahal on top of that, I don't think I'd be able to cope.