Just when I think Allison Williams does quiet elegance best, she uncorks a bottle of ’80s Soap Diva Realness. Convincingly. Suddenly all I want is for her to burn down a hotel accidentally with the flames of her own hate candles. If you think about it, that does sound like something that could happen on Girls, only during a sex ritual of some ilk, and only other people would be affected. Marnie would write a song about how painful it was for her to lose her favorite candlesticks, Shoshanna would befriend any actual victim’s family and then say too much at the funeral, Jessa would tell anyone who got hurt to f*ck off for being at home all the time anyway, and Hannah would only care if she couldn’t get the smoke smell out of her clothes. What a pity it’s too late to add an episode to the final season.
