If there’s one thing this second half of a season of Bunheads is doing best, it’s making me love all the bunheads equally. Previously, if you’d asked me to pick a favorite, there’d be no hesitation before I said it was Boo. But Boo isn’t even in “I’ll Be Your Meyer Lansky,” and I barely even noticed. Instead, Ginny and Melanie get a bigger share of the spotlight, and I loved it. Melanie’s new violent streak was the funniest gag in the whole episode.
Not to say that the rest isn’t funny – the opening training montage, with Michelle and Fanny reluctantly imitating Rocky Balboa, turns out to be in preparation for a meeting with an accountant, which is hilarious. And the scene that follows is exactly the kind of scene Bunheads needs to put in from time to time, of a character calling out our protagonists on their wackiness. Bunheads isn’t a show devoted to realism, but a shot of it here and there does it good.
If anything, the “real world” is the best villain that these characters could ask for. Trying to set up an amphitheater is a great way to structure the upcoming episode, or the rest of the season, or even the rest of the series – however long it takes. And, it ropes in Truly’s sister Millie, who I really hoped would be back. Sasha, too, has been in denial of reality, and it finally hits her at the end of this episode, in a very touching moment with Michelle.
Elsewhere, Cozette, who today we finally learn spells her name with a “z,” and her brother Frankie are still buzzing around, organizing impromptu get-togethers in the hallway and dancing with props. Still, these characters feel out of place, disconnected from the rest of the show, and I need them to get a little more fleshed out. Also, Godot is back in town, and Michelle falls flat on her face when trying to flirt with him using the newly-discovered fact that she didn’t graduate high school.
All in all, “I’ll Be Your Meyer Lansky” is the kind of Bunheads episode I want to watch every week. It’s light on its feet, bouncy and fun with the occasional injection of real emotion needed to glue it all together. Here’s to more weeks just the same.