The landmark episode centered around a
fundraising gala, thrown by Avery and despised by all (except Derek, who can
juggle, and April, who's hilariously delighted by magic…of course she is), to
help tide Grey Sloan Memorial over until its insurance check from that
literally deadly storm comes in. That's how it works in TV Seattle: no gala, no
electricity. You do the math. It all somehow adds up to 200.
This party had everything: unicycles, a
sleeping baby, a tightrope walker, chandeliers, face paint, a woman's tibia
impaled on her foot, fire breathers, beaks, Moulin Rouge extras
as waitresses, and spiky-haired weirdos in…skeleton suits? Maybe I dreamt that
one. It looked like the
scene in Girls
Just Want to Have Fun when
the "party people" crash Natalie Sands' coming out party. (Jugglin'
Derek Shepherd would totally be the Jeff Malene of Grey's Anatomy. I guess Sandra Oh would be Helen Hunt?
It doesn't really work.)
So much for the "tasteful,
sophisticated, and conservative" snoozefest Avery had promised. After
having the docs compete to see who could swindle the most money out of local
billionaires (10 percent of the night's takings would go to the department that
raised the most money), Avery decided what the hell, why not just go
balls-to-the-wall liberal? He invited the donors to come watch a surgery. And that's all it took! Where
could they write the checks? And how, exactly, does one write a check? (These
billionaires were generally portrayed as idiots.)
Meanwhile, between life-affirming surgeries, our favorite McLovin' It
couple was off in the exam room,link: tvrecaps
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