For devoted GG fans, last season’s finale left a plethora of disgustingly juicy plotlines untied, inducing nervous nail-biting for audience members everywhere (including myself) anticipating the plot to unfold once again.
Personally, the season opener couldn’t have been more exciting. The series left off with Serena and Blair’s plans to spend the summer abroad in Paris. The scenery was obviously stunning, but I was disappointed to find that the outfits were not. I am not a finicky person when it comes to an individual’s sense of style (if it makes him/her happy, who’s to complain?), but no one could deny the gaudy get-ups sported by the BFF’s. Serena donned salmon-tinged waist-high what seemed to be cotton “trousers” that should never be worn again by anyone, ever. Don’t get me wrong: I love being over the top. But salmon pants are not my jive.
Enough about outfit bashing—the drama was undeniably juicy. Conniving bitch Georgina Sparks has claimed to be the mother of Dan Humphrey’s child, and even convinced him to sign the baby’s birth certificate. Dan, in an act of unmatchable stupidity, decided that he need not take a paternal test, but instead trust the one that Georgina “went out and got done on her own.”
Later in the episode, it was clear that she was just pawning a poor orphan baby off onto the Humphreys when she was spotted yelling in angry Russian on the phone, asking from a deep-voiced stranger on the other end for “one more day.” Then Georgina, bags and luggage in tow, left a sticky note on Dan’s front door claiming that she was “stressed and gone to spa.” Well, I guess we can all assume that that’s going to be one long hot-stone massage.
The soundtrack was a perky blend between synthesized, upbeat pop and, dare I say it, the sassy and ever angry “Dead Weather” that has come to be a staple for the television show.
Perhaps the most interesting subplot established is that of the relationship between Nate and a mysterious new girl named Juliet. As she is seen leaving her room to meet up with the Archibald heir for coffee, the camera pans over to her desk and reveals a corkboard bursting with magazine and newspaper clippings of our beloved Upper East Siders, not to mention her computer screen set to, *gasp*, the Gossip Girl homepage. Has the identity of Gossip Girl finally been revealed? Even salmon pants can’t keep me from tuning in to find out.