This season has become a discomfiting masterclass in how friend groups rearrange around sex pests so as not to ruin everybody’s good time, and how victims are pressured from all sides to not advocate for themselves.
No matter how self-interested Brittany’s motives are, I want Danny’s drinking out in the open.
The Valley heads to Santa Barbara for a cast trip, and our cast shows us just how committed they are to torturing themselves in pursuit of a paycheck.
Jesse and Danny are locked in on one another like homing missiles, each determined to use the other to deflect away from his own allegations.
Between Jax and Jesse, we are getting a masterclass in how to spot DARVO — and through Brittany and Michelle, a test of whether the fanbase can recognize harm done to people they do not like.
More than any other Bravo program, the suburban horror show that is The Valley embodies the tense symbiosis between entertainment and exploitation.
Ubah’s greatest utility this season will hopefully be forcing the group to face their shit head-on.
We’re back for a second season of the Real Housewives of Anywhere, and only time will tell whether this season will feel any New Yorkier than the last.
Though I have no particular affection for Michelle or Brittany, it’s impossible not to root for them to get far away from their toxic man-children of husbands.
With enough time — and enough alcohol — the truth has started to leak out, and subtext has become text.
The first male-centric episode of the season is a fascinating, incelly look into how the husbands of The Valley operate.
It’s starting to feel like Janet is the bad kind of villain: messy, petty and vengeful, but totally unwilling to own her shit.