Kelli and I watched this episode a couple of days ago, in honor of Farah Fawcett, and it is just great. It is really trying to be so provocative, I think, and yet it is so kind of sweet and innocent. It has everything: The male prison guard who's sexually abusing the inmates - by leering; the Nurse Ratchet-like female guard who shows she's a scary dyke - by glaring; the horrible prison conditions, in which the poor inmates are forced to pick potatoes (I mean, potatoes? who thought that up?), and yet all the inmates are beautiful and clean and wake up in their bunks in full make-up with their hair all silky, blown, and feathered. And last but not least there's the shocking discovery that the prison is really a prostitution ring, though the prostitution seems to mainly involve dressing up in nice evening wear and going to a neverending cocktail party.
There's something so sweet and charming about the whole thing. It makes a fascinating comparison to The Wire, which Kelli and I finally started watching this week, too. Times have changed...
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