What I’m Watching: Vegas

Vegas: Season 1, Episode 16 “Little Fish” (B)

This show is back on a new night after a nearly two-month hiatus, and I suspect that this may well be the show’s final airing. The surprising introduction of an opening credits sequence, one which was jarring for its very presence but otherwise unremarkable, comes far too late in the game, since this show is doomed after a predictably poor performance on Friday night. I liked the plot developments in this hour, if their execution was somewhat over-the-top and melodramatic. Dixon’s efforts to free Violet from her relationship so that he could have her to himself fell under that category, and I wouldn’t mind having Anna Camp appear more regularly, since she is one of the few performers on this show who actually works to inhabit the era in a believable way. Sarah Jones is the other winner of that award, and this was an unprecedented opportunity to see Mia work her magic and gets things accomplished in a sinister way without Vincent’s hands touching it. Asking Vincent outright if he told her father that she was a rat was bold, and hopefully Jack’s daring decision to tap Vincent’s phone will prove productive and won’t come back to haunt him. Ralph was very sympathetic to Patricia’s plight, and his emotions didn’t help when it came to his confrontations with Byrne, who will surely be back to aggravate Ralph some more. Yvonne’s singing interest – and talent – caught me off guard since she’s been relegated to plotlessness thus far, but it looks like she may be taking center stage soon enough.