"Younger" This Week

I'm mostly dismayed by the current season of "Younger." The absence of Diana Trout is an almost insurmountable loss. Several plots just seem convenient to the writers; these plots could have happened in season one, or two, so they don't feel like a culmination. I'm thinking of Maggie in her work triangle, Josh in a silly sex situation, Empirical losing its sense of a mission.

Blah blah blah.

I still like Quinn; I like how she has shortened Liza's name to "Lies." I like how Quinn uses Charles's children as props; this makes me think of one of Laura Benanti's most famous roles, Elsa in "The Sound of Music." (Rich and powerful Elsa couldn't really be bothered to get to know the Captain's children.)

I'm fond of "INKubator," "Queen of Queens" (a veiled semi-reference to Awkwafina's "Nora from Queens"--? "The King of Staten Island"--?), and, of course, "The F Word." And I liked one of Quinn's early lines, delivered with an eye-roll: "Gotta go. Sondheim is getting a thousandth birthday tribute....."

We know, from the eye roll, that Quinn is not to be tolerated.

This season is not the most embarrassing way to end a series, but it does feel a bit like sputtering-to-the-finish. Just saying.

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