Last night’s Gossip Girl failed to deliver on the promise of last week. We expected a sadistic social-climbing Serena. What did we get? Dan Humphrey toiling over his writing supplement for Yale.
At least we got to relive Fashion Week, with a little adolescent intrigue thrown in. (Jealousy between young girls at Fashion Week? You don’t say!) Leighton Meester, forced out of her acting comfort zone (smirking from across the room, delivering lines like “I’m the crazy bitch around here”) was a mess, flailing her arms around and widening her eyes until they were bulging out, complaining—Jan Brady-style—about how it’s always Serena, Serena, SERENA.