Okay, so I'm exhausted because of the potent combination of trying to survive an oppressive heat wave and looking at tremendously bad fashion and hair over the last few days, so this review will be shorter than usual. It will not, however, be more glowing than usual, because this show continues to find new ways to suck.
I'll start with the worst of it. Sam. Irredeemably ruined, poorly dressed, inexplicably coiffed Sam. Promising Ingénue covered this ground brilliantly and hilariously, so I will take the low, uncreative approach and just put it right out there: The people who write this show are no-talent ass clowns. The end.
Speaking of those clowns of the no-talent-having, assy variety: The Logan-is-Scott's-son storyline. Could they have messed this up any more royally? Calling it a "storyline" is overly generous. What did that reveal take, 1/10th of an episode? Are these writers even familiar with the concept of a soap opera?!?!