I don’t really have a lot of new stuff to tell you about the fifth season of Grace and Frankie. It’s solidly OK. Lily Tomlin is still wacky, Jane Fonda is still a cold-stone bitch, Peter Gallagher still has surprisingly sexy eyebrows. But I’m not sure what to say about the show itself as things like “plot” and “character development” don’t seem to be encumbering the writers, and I don’t seem to mind. No one is here because Grace and Frankie is rewriting the modern sitcom. We’re here because Grace and Frankie is giving us a wildly harmless, if thoroughly whitebread, upper-class version of female friendship (elderly friendship at that), and we don’t get that often. Also, the aforementioned Tomlin and Fonda are just Tomlin-and-Fonda-ing all over the place. It is what it is, and what it is is fine.
Of course, I could take a brief detour into some of the less pleasant aspects of the show. The never ending “I’m getting old, but I wish I weren’t getting old” plot lines. Including actually not following medical advice because sleep masks make people feel like they’re in intensive care (Jesus, Robert, Sol is trying to sleep over here). Or the fact that the show seems to genuinely think it’s cool to poke fun at the gender non-conforming actor who refers to “safe spaces” as a good thing in the same goddamn episode where Frankie rigs an official government survey in order to increase the time on a walk to accommodate her old, old body (because reshaping the world in order to make it more bearable for individuals is reserved for old people who ended Vietnam with flowers or something). (Also there’s the whole other subplot about Sol’s dog and how being a thoroughbred is great or some nonsense, and I didn’t care for that. At. All.)
So, yes, there’s a lot of bougie nonsense that’s happening, but that’s not really what I want to talk about. The most important thing to remember when talking about Grace and Frankie is this: Everyone here can get it.
Showing here how his two sons with only half his talent would still be good looking enough to get acting careers.
Clearly again. Although I personally think Tomlin is better in action.
What is even happening, Jack McCoy?
The four leads, of course, are Hollywood royalty. Meaning they’ve got a better than average chance at getting most people to want to bone them. What makes Grace and Frankie surprising is that the boneage extends to the supporting cast. Specifically:
There were almost too many picture to choose from. She’s almost too hot.
He would be annoying if he weren’t so hot. Or maybe he’s annoyingly hot. I can’t tell.
Bud’s equally annoying/hot wife.
Ethan Embry has always been able to get it.
Actual. Literal. Model.
Listen, Barry, you and I have had our differences. But at the end of the day, if you’re hot enough for hot-ass Brianna, you’re hot enough for me.
True story, I tried to include a picture of Peter Gallagher shirtless and my laptop exploded.
So there you have it, folks. The real reason to watch Grace and Frankie. Come for the lighthearted comedy, stay for the ungodly amounts of hot. You deserve it.
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