After their original Rafi & Randy centric episode from last season, the dynamic duo ups the ant with some truly wonderful bits of poetry. While the show too regularly relies on dick jokes and sexual innuendos, the RnR centrics dwell into camaraderie, strong feelings, sceneries akin to Salvador Dali or Marcel Duchamps, just strong and beautiful material here. While their previous episode was a coming from a James Elroy meets Brian DePalma scope, this one starts where it left from with a DePalma-esque feel, but adds subtlety and some kind of Emir Kusturica grandeur. Everyone is fat, greasy, slobs, joyous and dark at the same time, like a strange cross of Miro and Bacon with some John K thrown into the equation. Now let's hope season 7 doesn't betray us and keeps up with this great American tradition that is the annual RnR episode. Just superb.
Review of When Rafi Met Randy
