It’s time to shed a tear if you love hosting business lunches over a bowl of Skillet Queso: Chili’s is no longer ”the new golf course,” as Michael claimed in season 2’s ”The Client.” The golf course is now the new Chili’s. Which explains why no one ”almost had Awesome Blossom coming out of [his/her] nose” last night — or awesome anything for that matter. In the pantheon of Office episodes, I’d put it in the middle. It certainly wasn’t the crackingly-funny or disturbingly-insightful Office we’ve gotten used to over the years (think: ”The Client,” ”The Dinner Party,” and ”Diversity Day”). That said, this episode definitely had its charms.
Let’s start with Andy ”My Grandfather Would Be Spinning in His Urn” Bernard. I’m trying to figure out what is grosser, his bleeding boobs in ”Fun Run” or last night’s blistered hands. I laughedand I gagged. Moreover, I was delighted to see him sporting those J.Crew chinos with the animal embroidery. Every spring I wonder who actually buys those. They carry, like, a trillion different kinds, so it’s gotta be someone, but have you ever seen anyone actually wearing them? They’re ridicul-arse. Kevin, with his World Series of Poker-bracelet-winning self in full force, was also great — especially when he name-dropped acey-deucey, the silliest sounding golf game ever.
If Andy brought the funny to the course — with his pants, his crap driving, and all — then Jim brought the serious. We know now Jim’s on probation at DM. (As some of you pointed out, the deleted scenes at the NBC website show Ryan as the force behind the bad review. I’m with TV Watcher kd, who wrote that Toby has never had the gonads to do something like that). So, Jim was under the gun to land this particular client — a junk-mail executive played sedately by Phil Reeves, the crazy boss fromGirlfriends (you might remember him from a small role in Evan Almighty) — and he did so by being persistent. Plus, you know, a bit of a stalker — and I mean that in the sweetest way possible. Remind anyone of how he never gave up on loving/getting Pam? Jim’s a slacker and a closer at the same time: ”That guy can do anything he wants to do.”
With Jim, Andy, and Kevin out golfing, Michael and a crew at the job fair (more on that later), and almost everybody else playing hooky, Angela and Dwight got some needed alone time at the office. Who didn’t want them to just grab each other for an old-school, Birkenstock-clad seven minutes in heaven? I hope they are headed for reconciliation. I know I once wrote that every time I looked at Dwight’s face I saw Angela’s murdered cat, Sprinkles, but that’s wearing off quickly. Moreover, now every time I see her new paramour, Andy, I envision pus-covered palms, so I guess it evens out.
NEXT: ”Pam will be eye candy”