Not So Dirty Anymore

My SSIGWJLAH wife and I caught the last episode of the strike-truncated second season of Dirt last night, and all I can say is: ugh. Where is the show I once loved?

Sure, this season had its moments: Lucy wincing in pain at the salon as she received "The John Waters" bikini wax, all the nakedness and insanity of the new boss, and especially Brent passing out behind the wheel of his new Ferrari in his garage and asphyxiating and dying with an erection--this stuff was all good.

But where's the nastiness? Willa stabbing her new boyfriend in the back by outing his gay actor friend? Boring! Last season Lucy's brother outed a gay action star with revealing photos! In the last episode, we had tearful hugs between Don and Lucy complete with sage life advice from Don, Don saves a baby (!), and what was once a sordid, red-hot adulterous affair between Lucy and Holt became "let's go public so we can share our lives together!"

In short, my initial diagnosis was correct: this show has lost its nerve. I don't know how the ratings were this season, but all I can say is that I hope the FX people don't decide to re-tool It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, because if that stops being repulsive and amoral, I simply don't know what I'll do.