Continuing our whirlwind tour through Showtime's HBO-knockoffs, we watched the first season of Weeds today. All five hours: it was that kind of day. The verdict is, it's a good show. It owes quite a bit to both The Sopraneys and Six Feet Under—and, judging from what little I've seen, to Sex in the City as well—but never so much as to be unwatchable or even displeasing. If I were the show-runner, I probably would have turned the zaniness down a notch—but nevertheless I liked it. It's damn funny. Too bad I missed season two.