What the hell happened to Six Feet Under?
I used to roll my eyes maybe once every other episode, which to me is the mark of a high-quality show. This season I've been rolling them at least once per scene. Rolling rolling rolling. And it's not just the individual scenes, it's the lack of any sort of compelling plot line to move this shit along. I'm tired of art-school Claire and brilliant Brenda and asshole Nate and martyred Ruth and chumpy Federico and netherworld Lisa all just sort of wandering around bumping into each other episode after episode. Now that I know where the mystery feces were coming from, I don't really care what happens.
Hmp. I'll probably keep watching it, but only because those Keith and David boys make such a cute couple.