There is something “sinister” going on in LA. Yes something sinister, all right: Someone has “hit and run” their old costume designer. And the ‘dogs’ dinner outfits continue.
And under the cover of hideousness, designed to distract us from the scant storyline, we have Vinnie dead, and a vacancy for Forrester pharmaceuticals. Paris is still making me want to vomit with her sugary, sisterly grasscutting. Zende is still obnoxious with his, “I’m a real Forrester”, confidence.
Carter still looks like he “lost his mommy”. Whoever marries him will have her work cut out carrying his manhood. The Logan’s are now 4, with the addition of baby thief Flo. The adorableness of Katy, Brooke, Donna and Flo can be squeezed for sugar syrup.
Sensibly, Zoe has been taking counselling from Quinn. Not a bad choice considering she blew into town on a broom and ended up on the Forrester matriarchal throne.
And man of the moment is Liam, soon to be wearing orange and having his caviar ans conjugal rights delivered to Reichers.