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...Townsend made out, and Summer watched for a really long time. It was a scene that gave me goosebumps…and not the good kind. 3. “So what…you’re gonna become a fisherman now?” Ahh…Marissa??s retort to Ryan’s one-episode, post-suspension decision to become a sailor. That question, phrased by Marissa at a family dinner, made me cry for the soul of “OC” creator Josh Schwartz.2. Ryan’s whole...
...mentioning a certain character’s fashion choice on an episode of the much-beloved “The OC,” the recapper writes, “Oh, my one and only singular deity, what in the name of Jacques Chirac has French fashion pooed onto Marissa??s head? We’ll leave alone for the moment the fact that the rest of her outfit looks like Diane Keaton circa 1977 mated with the entire history of professional golf and sent Mischa Barton out into the world to be this fashion?...
...only some of them! We need some evil again, folks!Time itself was treated as evil in this episode, as the writers blatantly defied it through their complete lack of realism. So, here’s a similarly super-speedy summary of what happened with Ryan/Marissa: Marissa??s all like “Oh no…I can’t go to college…I shot someone,” Ryan and Johnny tell her that she should go see a counselor, she sees the counselor, she writes a college essay, she throws it away...
...episode, they succeeded! Sort of. Ryan and Marissa had some more relationship troubles, as she got closer to Johnny, but, instead of the episode ending with the duo playing make-up, we got the surprise of Johnny’s girlfriend cheating on him and a nice glimpse of Marissa??s puzzled demeanor. Despite this valiant try, the Ryan-Marissa coupling remains the show’s weakest point. Speaking of interesting stuff, Jeri Ryan’s character, Charlotte, is pretty freakin’ sweet. Julie basically called her out, finding a bunch of fake credit cards...
...small Welsh town of Caernerfon when the pub door opened, and three young Welshmen came storming into the smoky room. Being regular Canadian girls, we tried to appear as nonchalant as possible (as if strapping UK studs were just old news) as the loudest of the lot picked up Marissa??s jacket from the floor and said, “Oy, did you drop this then...