A couple of days ago, I was – as I do more often than I like to admit – complaining about EFFING JIMMY again and wondering aloud why they didn’t sack him and give Sam his role in Hit List instead. Well! Next time I’m going to try wondering aloud about why they don’t hire me as a consultant on The Newsroom and let me kill Maggie off, because, whaddya know? Derek read my mind.
Of course, it took another episode of EFFING JIMMY behaving appallingly to get everyone – Karen, Kyle, everyone – on board but sabotaging an important photoshoot, messing up Derek’s sacred blocking and – the real kicker – “compromising Karen’s safety” finally got them there. Unlike all the other episodes where EFFING JIMMY is an insufferable ass, though, this was a great one; I really, really enjoyed it, possibly because all the other characters were as heartily and vocally over him as I was. And also because it was a relief to see Jack Davenport being my beloved Derek again after that unfortunate Breathless business. Karen, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but girl, if you’re stringing him along, I will FIND YOU.
The fun didn’t stop there either as even Ana got a chance to be awesome, and Hit List itself now looks amazing. “Gatsby” I’m less excited about, but at least, after the past couple of weeks of solid development of her character, the writers seem to have finally cracked the Julia conundrum. She’s suddenly sensible and likeable and I’m totally on her side, for once. Tom, however, can go F Scott Fitzgerald himself.