What I’m Watching: The Catch

The Catch: Season 2, Episode 3 “The Dining Hall” (C+)

If there was ever a more appropriate time to use the phrase “jump the shark,” this would be it. I don’t think it represents an enormous reduction in quality; more just a recognition that this show isn’t meant to be taken seriously at all anymore. There is so much flirtation on this show it’s unbelievable, and it’s hard to decide what’s the most ridiculous. It’s also impossible to determine what allegiances there really are, since Rhys teamed up with Tommy, who was then indebted to the cartel, who Alice agreed to get money for, while Ben agreed to get that same money to save Rhys’ life from a very angry son of a diplomat who also just happens to be in the drug-running business. That ending scene showed me that not everyone should be allowed to hold guns, as I think no one’s under any illusion that Ben or Alice would actually shoot each other, no matter how dedicated they are to their respective figurative and real brothers. Going back to the love world, I can’t fathom why it is that Danny and Margot needed to get together, but apparently some combination of her calling him the B-team and wanting to lash out at Sophie compelled him to get into bed with the number one criminal on this show, and something about his boyish innocence charmed him? I’m not so sure about the latter. And the Hammer, who all of a sudden works for Margot, was so overwhelmed by the kindness of Sophie’s gift of a finger from a morgue that he stopped by her office to give her a $3,000 bottle of bourbon as a thank you. Not only that, but Agent Diaz, who insisted that she couldn’t be part of Ben and Rhys’ operation, not only showed up but was flirting off the charts with the two men to the point that they were shocked when she revealed she had a husband. I’m not giving up on this show right now, but it’s a lot to take.