BIG BANG Bust

Sorry,  Big Bang Theory, but the much ballyhooed Mary Cooper vs. Beverly Hofstedter slugfest didn't work, and having Leonard's mother promise unconditional  love to her son at the end was lame.

First of all, it was WAY beyond even the sit-com world that Bev would  reconsider the child-rearing tactics that so closely tied in with her professional life.  Furthermore, Leonard has always excelled, which, for some reason, she has always refused to recognize, so it's hard to think that she'd alter her world view after a five-minute confrontation with Sheldon's mother, especially since she, as a psychiatrist, knows that "genius" is genetics, not upbringing.  Also, the awkward hug, which has been used at least twice before in the series, is growing whiskers.

Perhaps it would have been better to have Amy point out the unfairness of the situation to Sheldon and then have him, with his increasing sensitivity to humanoids, tell Beverly that he credits Leonard for coming up with the idea of whatever it was they were being lauded for.

But Fiorella has some other bones to pick.  She's tired of the Howard-Bernadette stereotype of a cute little woman bullying her childish husband.  And Leonard should be able to speak up for himself in a well-reasoned argument rather than an angry outburst.  And Penny was kinda dull.

Is Big Bang Theory getting tired?

Big Bang Christmas

Among Fiorella's Christmas gifts from Husband lurked a foot-high tyrannosaur which, when its belly button was pushed, moved its arms, legs, and tail, then let out a tremendous roar.  It was as if Leonard had just presented Penny with a Klingon dictionary.

Bigger Bang

Fiorella couldn't sleep the other night so she worked out more plot solutions for Big Bang Theory.  I think she's already told you that Howard's unseen mother should move to Florida--maybe with a man--and give the house to Howard and Bernadette. And that Penny should get an acting job and plan to move, then marry Leonard, leaving Sheldon to audition a bevy of roommate candidates, only to come to the conclusion that only Amy Farrah Fowler will fit the bill.

Now to get Sheldon and Amy--uh--together, and to do something about Raj's psychosomatic muteness.

How about having Sheldon and Amy sit down to discuss creating a child to benefit mankind--by in vitro and surrogate, of course, to avoid all the ridiculous things people do when they're sexually aroused, which they'll start enumerating and describing.  Five minutes in, they're tearing off each others' clothes.  They'll end up holing up in the apartment for two weeks, phoning their friends to leave food at the door.

Now for Raj.  Let's say he sees a lovely young woman about to have a piano fall on her head or fall under a truck or something, yells a warning, and rescues her.  Not realizing he has saved her life, she tongue lashes him.  He responds accordingly, shocked out of his silence. She apologizes, introduces herself; he gives his name and realizes the curse is broken.

Hollywood, are you listening?