A man called "Zloz" stepped off the airplane, looking like a landscaper, because he was a landscaper. “Where’d that plane come from, 1987?” his old pal asked. “You look exactly the same. And that smell -- what is that, booze, cigarettes and Drakkar Noir? Takes me right back.”
A crazy weekend in Los Angeles unfolded, though at times I swear it seemed as if these two had taken the return flight right back to ’87. Isn’t that when awful pickup lines still existed? And when bar fights so easily broke out? (At least in the movies.)
After a delightful beginning, this was an episode that went backward after the opening credits, which is when Zloz arrived, favoring a dry hump to a handshake. And this is by no means a knock on actor Kevin Corrigan, who inhabited Zloz -- technically Mike Zlozowski -- the guy from Long Island who came to visit our favorite (anti-) hero, Hank (David Duchovny). It’s just that I didn’t really feel that there was a point to this episode, other than maybe getting Corrigan
(“The Departed”) and Duchovny together to do their thing, hoping some on-screen magic might unfold. But the story itself didn’t seem to lend anything to the overall story arc, other than providing a little 25-minute filler before we finally got somewhere, Karen (Natascha McElhone) arriving in Los Angeles as a surprise. We don’t know how long she’ll be staying, but her L.A. arrival is welcomed; this season has suffered without the tension of her immediate presence.
The best part of this episode was without question the very charming opening scene between Hank and Becca at the airport, her going to New York to visit Karen -- reluctantly, though, for her best friend had tickets to a Lakers game, home of “a killer scene.” Dad didn't get it, not understanding her lack of enthusiasm for New York, especially New York in the fall, where Becca would be “stepping into a Woody Allen film. Old Woody Allen, not recent Woody Allen. ‘Manhattan,’ ‘Annie Hall’ Woody Allen.” She got up to go, and as she headed for the gate entrance, Dad stood there, desperately hoping for the quick look-back from his daughter. “Come on, turn around just once, then I’ll know you still love me,” he whispered. “Come on, come on, come on…” When she did, he hopped with glee. It was a golden Duchovny moment.