Loved the Riches the other night. My favorite "Without you...without you I can't do my buttons."

Finally caught up on the last two episodes of The Riches, which I now want to rewatch. The dinner party... damn. Little bubbles of HSQ one after the other.

And I just want to go back and rewatch every single Chunky K scene. Such a great complicated fucked-up mess of a character, with what seemed to be a great deal of genuine affection for Dahlia butting up against massive resentment of how she'd fallen on her feet, how apparently easy and glossy her life was while K was sleeping on someone's sofa and scraping by on a dead-end job, both butting up against garden-variety drug-user fucked-upness.

I keep speculating about their backstory -- how frightened and needy Dahlia must have been in prison, what a protector and anchor K must have been, how galling it must be to her now to be outside and struggling so hard and fruitlessly while Dahlia is apparently sailing along (and no matter how genuinely unhappy she is, she's got pretty clothes and a family and a goddamn house, which has to be incredibly galling for a couch-surfing night manager). How K's largeness and blackness and drug-supplierness were all strengths and sources of power and cause for respect in prison, and do nothing for her now.

And I cracked inside at the meanness and destructiveness of her leaving the baggie of meth in Dahlia's room and daring her "Try and stop me," but I could understand how she could've done it. (Fucking up Hugh, though, after he was a total asshole about her rabbit meat plan, made me happy as could be).

Wayne was so very right to not trust her, to want her out of the house and out of their lives -- she's incredibly dangerous to them in several ways -- but what a great awful character.

Desperately need to rewatch this week's, so not saying much. Except, I had kind of a Minnie Driver thing for a while long ago because she was unnecessarily rude to a friend of mine ages back, but her Dahlia is so layered and prickly and naked and luminous that I don't care anymore, not a bit. She's so amazing.

Also, the entire nursing home section -- the watch-from-the-hall of Wayne's money-panic meltdown, the old man barking indignantly, "I'm Doug Rich!" And Shereen's (sp?) poor senile mother, wanting her mochacchinos and robustly insisting "You're not Shereen" and holding everyone's hand anyway, and how happy-in-spite-of-themselves it made Dahlia and the kids.

Must watch again.

Ooh, I just saw an ad for MI-5 on BBCA! Two hour premiere on the first Tuesday in June!!!

I'm now rewatching the latest episode of The Riches, and felt the need to change my tag and then gratuitously post about it.

That was my favorite line too.

Personally, my favorite was "You're not Shireen...(pause) Shireen's a bitch."

That made me laugh and laugh and laugh too, erika.

Also the occasional, random "I'll have a grande mochachino."

Yeah...gave me a craving, though, damn it.

Which of these stories will you be talking about tomorrow?

I keep hoping that we'll find out more about the real Riches and what they were like. I keep thinking that there is a good reason that they bought a house sight unseen, like maybe they were running from something too.

They certainly seem to have hinted at things along that line more than once.

The situation as it stands now is very tenuous. They keep staying and pretending to be the Riches because there's some decent reasons to do so, but it's still unclear if those outweigh the reasons to just jump in the RV and run. And the family seems pretty evenly spilt on the issue as well -- Wayne and Didi are for staying, Cael and Dahlia would rather go, and Sam is, of course, ambiguous. It's all part of what's So. Damned. Engrossing. about this show.

Now that they have another season, I'd argue that the two most compelling things they could do next season are to 1) do something to make it difficult for them to stop being the Riches, and 2) give them a reason to not want to be the Riches anymore (dirty secrets they were running from, as sj suggests).