CONCEPT
Yeah. You better look sullen you little punk.
Spoilers ahead:
There was lot’s to wring hands about in the last episode of The O.C.*, in a good way, but the best of it was unfortunately engaged in marginal subplots. The big motions, however, were objectively disordered**, in the sense that made me want to throw a forty, or a shoe, or at least a pillow at the TV.
Paging Atwood:
YOU DO NOT DUMP YOUR GIRLFRIEND OF TWO YEARS OVER THE PHONE.
You do not do this.
It’s a crummy motion if you happen to live across the country.
If, however, you live across town and have a swank SUV to make the five minute drive, its quadrupally unexcusable.
You’re a tool, Ryan Atwood. A tool.
This episode revealed big disappointments from two of the show’s two most rational and reasonable characters.
* Something else to add to the next Gothic Funk statement; now we’re officially talking about Lacan and The O.C..
** Henceforth I will use this phrase to conveyed exaggerated and ill-conceived indignation.
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