Apparently on The L.A. Complex (IMDB) tonight, either Raquel or Alicia is supposed to be in a sex tape (according to my Twitter feed). It took four episodes for the writers (prairie dog, more specifically the ninth paragraph) to get around to revealing, if you pardon the pun, the extent they will go to attract eyeballs when they don’t have anything else to offer. Like decent acting. Or a plot. Or a reason why we should care about these characters.
God, at least The Red Green Show encouraged us to laugh with the characters as much as we laughed at them. These poor folk don’t even get THAT self aware.
