‘Pushing Daisies’ blogging: “Bad Habits”

(previous: Episodes 1/2: “Bzzzzzzzzz!”/“Circus, Circus”)

Do you smell pie? I smell pie. Mmmmm, pie…

[spoilers after the jump!]
Goodness. Nuns talking about sex? A dead nun who had talked about sex? A suicided dead nun who had talked about sex? A suicided dead nun who had talked about sex who swears like a sailor when awakened from death?

Like Ned says (and like I suggested last week), people are so going to hell over this show. Thank God. Er… yeah.

“It’s a friggin’ convent, show some respect,” Olive hisses at one point, but oh, the lust bustin’ out of this place! Food processor lust. Truffle lust. Okay, sure, most of that is bustin’ out of folks who either don’t really belong in the convent — like Ned — or people who aren’t there at all, like the Swiss chef. But the Swiss chef was boinking the swearing truffle-crazy nun, so that’s probably bad, too.

I love how this show is so sensuous, when it’s about a guy who can’t touch the woman he loves (contraptions don’t count). I love that food is so explicitly a substitute for sex. You know, like it is for so many of us. Not me, of course. Nope. Other people.

Reasons to love Lee Pace: The look on his face when he sees Chuck’s male visitor leaving in the morning. The look on his face when he shrugs off the Swiss chef’s “We made love here,” meaning on the table on which Ned and Emerson are eating. The look on his face when he hands Chuck, as a gift, her unfinished family tree. The look on his face when he’s thinking about “something to do with the sacred feminine.” (When have you ever heard such a thing in mainstream pop culture, even as a joke?)

I’m with Ned, again: “My head is about to explode.”

(Watch full episodes at ABC’s official site for the show.)

(next: Episode 4: “Frescorts”)