So, I watched Medium for the first time this week. I don't know. It's okay, I guess. Patricia Arquette's character seems so MOPEY. I may have got a bum episode, and I get that it's hard to have dream visions of terrible things and have no one believe you or whatever, but it must be exhausting to be so glum so much of the time. Especially since her character's glumness seems to have bled over into real life:
Babes, come on. You're attending the InStyle Diamond Luncheon Something Or Other. How bad can it be? At the very least, the gift bag should have some kind of sparkling goody in it! There's no need to pull out the old Somber Suit AND High Necked Blouse AND Dark Tights. Nothing wrong with looking demure to a luncheon, of course, but a wee tiny hint of skin somewhere would have gone a long way toward looking a bit more relaxed. This is what you wear when you're playing a guest role on Law and Order: Whatever Version as a former nun who's being forced to testify to cooking the parish books as a way to cover up some kind of gruesome -- yet justified! -- murder. On the other hand, you don't seem to have aged AT ALL since Flirting With Disaster and that was over 10 years ago. There's something to be said for that, at least.
