As soon as the previouslies start, with Susan Sarandon’s Joy shimmying onto the screen, we kind of know that something is going to happen between Joy and Paul, and so it proves; she makes a play, he half-heartedly fends her off, but since later on he’s knocking one out to one of her infomercials we can, I think, be pretty sure that it won’t end there. As soon as Cathy starts pressing gratuitous handfuls of cash onto Dave and Maxine, presently incubating the baby in the demented adoption storyline, we kind of know that it’s a scam. And as soon as Adam is challenged to come up with something better than an iPad to take to his church’s charity sale, we kind of know that he’s going to take something out of – previouslies again – that lockup where Cathy stored all the gifts she bought for him to have after she dies. (In fairness, I wasn’t quite expecting the car. What a fuckwit.)
Oh God. I don’t like it when people watch a show just so they can snark about it later. But I’m getting close to that point with The Big C; were it not for the fact that there are only a few episodes to go, I’d probably chuck it.