House That Government Subsidy Built, by the light of the Pier One candle clearance sale. Maria sits impatiently, insisting that Michael "come out." Michael's all, "Tell it to Max!" Which is weird, because there Max is, walking through the front door. Maria welcomes him with a pleasant "Hey, Max," which completely follows the narrative logic of the last thing she said to him, which was, "I can't believe you made her hold the gun," and then her best friend was sent to jail because of him. I'm just sayin'. Michael finally enters for his close-up, and Max spots him in the outfit, asks if it has something to do with sex, tries to act blasé about asking, seems disappointed when it doesn't, and finally gets around to the damn reason he's there to begin with: "Well, you heard about my dad and I. I moved out." To the cruel, subterranean borderland where razors and non-monotone line delivery fail to dwell. No Bic, no schtick, I hate you. Oh, my God. That should totally be the name of the new Roswell theme song. Anyway, Max asks Michael is he can crash (as aliens do) with him for a couple of days. Michael agrees, and is quickly off to join Kyle in his auto gear to prowl the nighttime streets for a plumber, a concrete finisher, and a tollbooth collector and finally make their dream of forming a blue-collar version of The Village People a reality for the millennium. I can't wait to see that band.
Episode Report CardDjb: C- | 364 USERS: C+
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