Weeds, Season 2

Weeds has one of the best ensemble casts on television, and while I have no idea where Weeds fits on the continuum between The Sopranos and Curb Your Enthusiasm, I know I like it. So there. Put that in your bong and smoke it.

Of course, that figurative bong I mentioned in the last paragraph is one of the main reasons why I enjoy the series so much. You don't have to use a bong in the literal sense of the word to enjoy Weeds.

I don't want to hang around scofflaws or potheads in my every day life, but Jenji Kohan manages to make a compelling contemporary comedy of manners (or lack thereof) out of the suburban milieu her characters inhabit.

The bourgeois baiting that goes on in the series can be a little bit too cute by half, but the humor makes it a lot more palatable. As much as I enjoyed American Beauty, Weeds makes the latter look ponderous and heavy.

The writers on Weeds have been especially good at ratcheting up the narrative tension with each episode this season. Last seasons cliffhanger was good - Nancy found out she had just slept with a DEA agent. This seasons finale was even better - a Mexican standoff involving two rival groups of drug dealers and it looks like Nancy's son, Silas was just arrested with a trunk full of marijuana in his car. I can't wait for the third season to start!