It’s been an outstanding year of television drama. Hell, it’s been an outstanding few years, thanks to AMC, HBO, FX, and Showtime, and while I don’t want to run down any of the plot lines competing for most twisted because I don’t want to spoil a multitude of shows, I must nevertheless give the nod to “Boardwalk Empire,” a drama that Sarah gave props to last week for out-crazying Homeland. It’s not the best drama of the bunch, and it often creaks, but after last Sunday’s episode, it certainly holds the title for the most messed up storyline, one of the more unsettling, twisted, and perverse subplots I’ve ever encountered. If you haven’t caught up, read no further. However, if you’re not watching Boardwalk Empire and have a kink for the perverse, this storyline — a minor one in the overall landscape of the show — might be the impetus you need to check it out.
The storyline concerns Gillian (Gretchen Mol), the ower and madame of an Atlantic City brothel. Last season, Gillian lost her son, with whom she had a very sexually charged relationship. Gillian gave birth to her son at a young age, and by the time he’d become an adult, they could’ve easily been mistaken for a couple. He was doting and protective; she was overly affectionate and flirty. In fact, at one point, Gillian and her he slept together after she’d had too much to drink, although the incident — which colored the rest of their relationship — was never spoken of again.
Anyway, her son died under mysterious circumstances, and because there was no body recovered, Gillian had held out hope that her son was still alive, although everyone on the show knew exactly what had happened. After several months, however, she realized that she needed to come to terms with his death.
This is where it gets particularly twisted:
In order to gain some closure, Gillian went out and found a young man who looked like her son’s more muscly doppelgänger. Last week, they began their affair. This week, she brought him back to the brothel, and over the course of Easter Day, the two had a torrid fling. She basically f*cked him senseless, also insisting upon calling her lover by her son’s name.
But that’s not where the dysfunction ends. If having sex with someone that looked like your son wasn’t twisted enough, at the end of the day, Gillian gave her new lover a nice, long and relaxing bath, pumped him full of heroin, and then drowned him, not because he was a bad person, but because it would finally give her the closure she needed to get over her son’s death.
Then that psychotic bitch smoked a cigarette and had a nice long cry.
Your move, “Game of Thrones.”