Intrepid hosts Emily and Andrew find themselves impressed with a performance on HIGH SOCIETY and feel the techtonic plates of reality shift. Except it's Sally Kellerman, who maybe just is so good at the job even this show can't bring her down. Bronson Pinchot, however. Wow. But not how you'd think. Also... best HIGH ever?

It is, both our hosts agree, probably the finest episode in the series so far and still painfully unfunny and bad. Somehow our intrepid hosts perserve through the tale of Hollywood (and its one sound stage), and what happens when the show decides it hasn't been mean enough to Mary McDonnell yet and she had to suck face with the Bost last episode. Yuck.

Barry Bostwick guest stars on this week's subject episode, playing a self-help guru who makes Mary McDonnell so horny she could die. Listen as hosts Emily and Andrew maintain their sanity discussing the idea of Barry Bostwick as a sex god. Do they actually gag? Mayhaps. Do they shiver? Definitely.

Ellie can't write her latest book and Emily and Andrew get to watch Dott try to bribe her into writing it. At least Dott doesn't offer up her underage son as tribute. (MIght've worked, though). Lots of not laughs, meanness, badness, and a truly sad finale. Our intrepid hosts have a swell time.

Can HIGH SOCIETY disappoint? Technically, yes, because Dott's mom doesn't come back to grace in this episode. And, so, intrepid hosts Emily and Andrew get to watch the already awful show resume its free fall in search of its own personal hades. But there's a cute dog, at least.

Emily and Andrew discover HIGH SOCIETY can get worse, even as it gets to a plot point Emily's been waiting for since the pilot. Listen as our hosts can't help but give good notes, and discover they don't agree about bad fashion and its place on American television.

The show does not improve and our intrepid hosts, Emily and Andrew, find they have even more things to talk about than they'd like. In addition to talking about the not funny proceedings, they also get to talk about the particular way the show objectifies its female actors. Fun!

Through nineteen seasons our intrepid hosts have discovered the difference between pilot episode and regular production--rarely, however, do Emily and Andrew get to talk about what happens when there don't seem to be any lessons learned from the pilot. Join them as they try to figure out why HIGH SOCIETY is such low quality (wokka wokka). Also it's not a mystery, it's godawful writing. But still.