SHE KNOWS THIS IS A BIT: By my count, I'm somewhere between the third- and fifth- most likely, among contributors to this blog, to put up a post about HIMYM -- behind Matt and Kim; ahead of Phil, Alex, and TPE; unclear about Adam and Bob; unsure where we are right now on the existence of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Yet here I am, testing demand for a regular weekly thread with a lukewarm post about a meh episode. On the one hand, the Marshall-Lily stuff worked, in part because the actors clearly love their characters and in part because one of production's running gags on this show clearly has been how awful Lily's painting is.
On the other hand, it's not that Britney is terrible (though the longer her lines, the worse her delivery, plus for a dancer she sure is stiff); it's just that she belongs nowhere near this show. HIMYM generally steers clear of the broadest kinds of comedy and the dimmest and most unsubtle of characters, and both Britney and the Abby character seem to occupy a world apart from the Manhattan of the show. I guess if the network thinks she's going to boost ratings, Bays and Thomas aren't in a position to say no, but I wish they could.
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