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Ah, finales, the leftovers you take home but forget in the fridge from reality shows. With (notable) exceptions, and especially for baby shows, endings are often simply the bridge to a reunion, but since I doubt Mr. Cohen will be flying to Charleston any time soon (not that the southern charm meetings don’t happen in New York City, but I digress), we’re left with this: the eighth and final episode of southern hospitalitythe first season of. Although saying “stick with” makes it sound like this is a weak ending, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Before I do a post-mortem on where things are and where I think the cards will fall in the next few weeks for southern hospitality – to stay! I promise I have some ideas! Let’s get to our end! We pick up where last week’s fight (which we refused to write about because it was boring) between Bradley (not Joe Bradley) and Maddi left off, and only bring it up now because it ends with a quote from Maddi: “I’d really like to move on.” . It’s Martini Monday. Spoiler alert: I’ll now use Martini Monday as an excuse to end every conversation I don’t want to have. If you’re on the receiving end of that from me, it’s not personal. It’s Martini Monday.
Mia and Joe Bradley (not Bradley) continue their courtship talking shit about Maddi and her boyfriend Trevor, he’s not a main cast member, he’s not really a friend, just the heel wart you get in the shower at college that you’ve I tried to get rid of it for a while, but now I’ve just learned to live with it. Bravo: Even if Maddi is still dating Trevor today, I’d like to not see him on my screen if he decides to renew. On the other hand, Mia and Joe Bradley (not Bradley) they have this lovely chemistry together that I to love. More of that.
I’ve hounded Leva all season for crossing the line with his staff in regards to his perfectly harmless and very promotional behavior on social media, but I must say I love watching her guide and support these kids. She’s a delight in the way she praises Will for stepping up his leadership at Republic, she’s a delight in the way she invites the Republic staff to a yacht party at the end of the summer, and she’s been a delight to watch all along. the season. You can tell this woman cares about her establishments Y the people who work for her Y she is producing the absolute hell out of her cast and their various storylines.
The show treats this as an aside, but there’s a quick moment where Lucia tries to swipe a client’s credit card in the Republic back room, and when it takes a while, Mikel says matter-of-factly, “Is that your card? doesn’t work? Are they ruined? Master. Mikel.
Speaking of Lucia, we’re looking at her relationship with Davon, the father of her child, and how Lucia abandoned him at some point in the past. I need more Lucia in my life because she’s attractive, beautiful and flawed, and her story carries real weight, so it’s a shame the producers had to stuff her into flashbacks and nooks and crannies. We get so many self-absorbed Juhlilly monologues about, I don’t know, butt masks and grape-flavored sprays. Lucia is the real deal folks, let’s not hide her under a rock!
Grace Lilly, whose bedroom looks like someone with depression opened a Claire’s, is hosting another of her Cloud Nine theme nights at Bourbon N’…wait, shut up, five, ten and some seven are finally here. We are talking, of course, about southern charmreigning royalty, Miss Patricia Altschul, as well as Naomie (supposedly RIP, if rumors of her second Charm departure turns out to be true), Taylor, and the schlub in the bushes, Shep himself. Do you have something to do? Not! Am I beyond excited to see them? You bet your ass I am.
It’s the day of the yacht party! Fortunately, the editors bury a more “wavy, baby!” Juhlilly. deep in the audio mix in this scene – we hear it, but it’s barely there, and that’s very, very wavy baby, unlike Juhlilly yelling “I’m always wet” on the deck of the ship like lead in a French Titanic parody that has been re-translated into English.
Aboard the yacht, a heavily drunk Joe Bradley finally has his long-awaited coming to Jesus with Maddi, in which he confesses his feelings for her. Between slurred words, it’s actually a very emotional conversation between two ships in totally different orbits. Joe Bradley was nervous about crossing a line with Maddi because he couldn’t read her feelings, he says; Maddi is angry that Joe Bradley didn’t speak during his year-long break with Trevor, the boy who returns to visit her high school long after it’s acceptable to do so (this is also a metaphor for her relationship with southern hospitality itself).
Unfortunately for Joe Bradley (again, not Bradley, who we’ll stop referencing here), his confession backfires immediately when Leva takes his staff to Republic to continue the party. Trevor is there! Maddy is upset! Everyone finds out what Joe Bradley said! Trevor, an ingrown hair you should have shaved weeks ago, takes Joe Bradley out for a heads-up (hands-a-flop, I guess?) and tells him that if he crosses this line again, they’re going to have “real trouble.” . I’d say the real problem is all the times Trevor cheated on Maddi, but that’s just me!
And then Mia properly freaks out over Joe Bradley after he tells her, rudely, “I’m over Maddi with you.” Baby. Licensed in letters-for. I am homosexual and even I know better than to say that to a woman. And I was starting to fall for Joe Bradley as a TV character! Mia tells the other women that Joe Bradley has essentially been love bombing her all season. Maddi tells him that she confessed her love to him on the boat. mine says his he kissed her in her car — after the ship’s confession and subsequent tears. Boo! Whistle! Joe Bradley must die! Or maybe not that, but Joe Bradley must pay!
Mia and Maddi come out of the bathroom to give Joe Bradley the absolute fucking business. The whole time, Leva is watching and listening, and Mikel is screaming so loud in the background that the sound editors can’t erase him from the process. This is a very, very good final fight and one that ends the season on a high. Y prepares us for what is to come. Bravo Bravo!!! Bra-uffing-vo.
So! Freshman seasons, let alone freshman spin-offs, are tough. You have to convince your audience to come with whatever persona you’re creating (Cam: loved in this household, polarizing if you read the Instagram comments, which I highly recommend you don’t); you have to introduce your newcomers in a pilot that makes you want to stick with them; and you have to give your loyalists enough meat off the bone in a tight series of episodes to convince them to be loud enough to demand a second season, and for their friends to watch it too. Bravo, it has to be said, has given new shows a ton of breathing room, even if its first few seasons didn’t quite make it. There has never been a bad season Summer house, for example, but our friends in the Hamptons didn’t start attracting the kind of eyes and attention that network execs like to see until word of mouth pushed the series into Must See TV territory; idem southern charm same, which, unlike Summer houseIt was always Must See TV, from its hot and humble beginnings.
Although I did worry at times, I think I’m in a position to say that this show, my little Werq-ers of hospitality (he returns to me in this moniker in season two) Will be making a comeback Just last week, Kathleen French, NBCUniversal’s current SVP of Unscripted Production, yelled at our little engine that it could, in a union-wide state of the art interview with the hollywood reportershining a light on the cast in a way that says, to me, renewal is imminent: “Our series southern hospitality it is very representative of what is happening in the south at the moment. This is a diverse cast of a close group of friends, and sexuality and diversity are just who they are. I don’t think it’s necessarily something that’s recognized as different.”
And here’s the thing: southern hospitality it has earned its second season. I know I’ve pitied Juhlilly all season for being as bland and fleeting as the cotton candy she melts in prosecco on her theme night. I’ve said that Bradley (okay, we bring it up one more time) is too boring for the show. That the editors have to give us more Lucia if they want us to worry about her. That Cam is blurring some lines between work and life with these kids. That Joe Bradley has a nice butt (still true). That Mikel is a star (still double truth). But at the end of the day, southern hospitality and all of its stars make up one of the biggest, messiest, and most compelling debut seasons of Bravo in recent history. I will miss them in the off-season, but I have the utmost faith that they will be back before you know it. I hope you do too.
In all sincerity, thank you for reading along with these summaries each week. It’s been great reading all your comments, and I hope we find another slice of heavenly trash to join again soon. And to Juhlilly: I don’t hate you. I think I just want to be you.
• “I don’t give a shit if it rains. I’m not there to tan. I’m there to eat lobster. — Here she is, folks, this season’s MVP: Emmy, queen of confessionals, in-the-moment queen of aftershocks, peanut butter queen, and just an overall legend that I can’t wait to see more of next time. season.
• Our second clean butt of the season and this time it’s TJ’s! Good on Bravo and good on these hot young men for stripping down for deserving fans.
• “Bitch, they have crab legs!” — Mikel, our other MVP of the season. We don’t deserve this man. His star power outshines many of our favorite Bravolebs. I hope they give you a raise.
• The revelation in the final minutes of this episode that Mia, our Mia! —was the woman who texted Taylor that Shep had tried to kiss her at Republic. Imagine the sound of a million chefs kissing each other’s fingers.