What is it about Mary-Louise Parker? What is that hoo-doo she does so well? The third-season opener of Showtime’s “Weeds” is a Mary-Louise tour de force of sidelong glances, mischievous grins, heavy sighs and “oh fucks” that bespeaks the weariness of working moms everywhere. Who wouldn’t get tired chasing a teenager and a pre-teen boy around all day, keeping tabs on them and trying to make a living all at the same time.
What’s always been fun about “Weeds” is that it’s a crazy suburban fairy-tale about a sexy-sweet pot-dealing soccer mom. Series creator-exec producer Jenji Kohan was smart to ground “Weeds” from the get-go in the heart-breaking story of a woman who was truly living the dream with a husband she loved madly and two beautiful sons, and then wakes up one day (in the pilot) finding herself a widow and forced to make her own way in the world, and to make enough of a living to maintain the comfortable lifestyle that her family has become accustomed to, or more accurately, the only way of life they’ve ever known. In the dealing with this smack-in-the-face wakeup call, Parker’s Nancy Botwin discovers a very real world far removed from the neatly trimmed lawns and tract houses of planned suburbia.