Sexy Chevrolet
The second episode of naff Nashville has consolidated its full appeal for me. In plot terms, little
has advanced from the first outing, though the character dynamics have been
fleshed out a little more, and literally in the case of Juliette Barnes and her
short shorts. However, as a network production rather than HBO, it is
constrained by well-established American prude-filters. This being the case,
the gratuitous portrayal of cool cars usurps the titillation of homo sapiens,
with Barnes again employing her seductive but now automotive charms on Deacon
Claybourne [Rayna’s lead guitar player and former lover, now Juliette’s prey
both for his guitar playing and manhood, though the latter is, as I have made
clear, an implicit reality] by picking him up [right in front of Rayna, if you
can believe that!], in a gorgeous blue vintage Chevrolet pick-up truck. To be fair,
she has also tempted him with a $50,000 1930s Marshall acoustic guitar. And to
be fairer still, he is prevaricating, but has bonked her [though we have had
to deduce by imagining it].
There is the Dallasesque
plot machinations of Rayna’s nasty capitalist father Lamar Wyatt – and I’m not
sure who the good ol’ capitalist will be, but there will have to be one,
naturally, being America – and that’s perfectly acceptable as it is to be expected. You can’t
have a programme on Country music alone. What I am struggling with is the marriage
of Rayna to the wet Eric Close, but that’s more to do with the fact that the
fourth series of Friday Night Lights
is being shown too at the moment and in that opening episode Connie Britton, now
as Principal Taylor of Dillon High, is still passionately and romantically and
totally believably behind her one true husband Coach Taylor even though he has
just had to take over the coaching position at the run-down East Dillon High.
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