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Monday, April 03, 2006 |
( 4/03/2006 02:15:00 PM ) Bill S.
"DOWN HERE, I'M CARLITA!" – The second season of Showtime's Huff debuted this weekend with an overlong but heartfelt reintroduction to the series' characters. Though trafficking in soap opera time (at one point we're told it's been ten days since the events of last season – but a character who was newly pregnant last year shows up in her second trimester this year) and a heavily telegraphed character demise designed to parallel the death we saw at the start of season one, the episode contained plenty of nifty actorly moments. Me, I loved Oliver Platt with guest Sharon Stone's epileptic client, Blythe Danner's alcoholic Izzy as she fends off both her caring grandson and pissed-off son, and brother Teddy's (Andy Comeau) believable med-less free associations on the run in Tijuana. Hank Azaria's psychiatrist hero, Craig Huffstodt, remains an appealingly infuriating lead – still struggling to remain an interested observer when his own life is messier than many of his patients – and though he snuck five seconds of Apu into his voice last night, it's clear the man's more than "just" a comic actor.
But, hey, did we need two different vomiting scenes? I know: physical purging makes for a handy metaphor, but still . . .
Note: Huff fan Ben Varkentine has a typically smart take on the season premiere . . .