House: One Day, One Room
Two hours of disappointing television last night. House treats a rape victim in clinic, and imprints on her as if she’s a baby duck. She ropes him into tedious philosophical conversations. Cameron gets another dying patient. People get tears in their eyes. Chase had a few good lines, like telling Cameron not to romanticize House and pretend he’d act like a human, and telling House to lie to the patient. Wilson also was funny: “Are we role-playing? And if so, am I you? Because I don’t want to be you!” Cuddy ran around looking peeved and concerned in a too-tight, not-flattering suit with an unpleasant collar.
Television, wherefore art thou? Amuse me! My days are kinda tough, lately.