I'm gonna blame this one on the stretches of subzero weather we've had over the past couple of weeks: I've gotten really into Mob Wives. Never watched the show before, so all the blood is new to me, but New Blood has me utterly hooked. It's not the outrageous style that sucked me in. It's not the crazy, creative profanity (these girls could eat Wolf of Wall Street for breakfast). It's the fact that these women have seriously kept a super-passionate fight going for episodes on end now over the word "delicious." The bizarreness of it all delights me. And then, you know, there's Big Ang; 60 percent of the time, I'm patiently waiting for them to cut to Big Ang.
This guilty pleasure of mine dovetails nicely with one of the biggest movies of the year—American Hustle. In it, Jennifer Lawrence kills the role of Rosalyn: wife of Christian Bale's con man, keeper of pristine long nails, starter of fires that are not a big dea-ahl, OK? I couldn't help but come out of the movie wishing J.Law's Rosalyn could join the cast of Mob Wives. Let me just pitch you that season, OK?
Rosalyn joins the cast. At first the girls act all cold and unimpressed, like what does she know about the mob, y'know?
Then Rosalyn hits them with this shot:
