Weeds has Jenji Kohan as creator and executive producer.

Weeds has Jenji Kohan Weeds DVD as creator and executive producer, a veteran writer for Mad About You, Sex and the City, and Gilmore Girls. For an ensemble, it has Elizabeth Perkins as an over-the-top neighbor who hates her obese daughter; Justin Kirk as Nancy’s sleazy brother-in-law; Kevin Nealon as her sweaty accountant, city councilman, and best customer; the wisecracking Tonye Patano True Blood DVD and the sweet-talking Romany Malco as her suppliers on the wrong side of the tracks; and many scary youngsters, all of whom seem to specialize in hurting one another. Each gets a chance to strut his stuff, because one of the things Parker is best at is letting her co-stars sing their arias un-upstaged; she makes funny faces on her own time.But obviously, despite the jokes about Enron, WorldCom, the Wilderness Channel,Gossip Girl DVD Winged Migration, The Passion of the Christ, “the Rain Man of weed,” the Shaolin Stalker, a stolen goat, a hungry mountain lion, sex online and in saunas, a nanny-cam in the teddy bear and marijuana in the sponge cake, Weeds moves steadily toward the daunting and ambiguous, where laughter in the dark is a gag reflex. In a drug-deal drive-by, Mary-Louise actually gets shot at, and the funny face she makes while trying to pretend it didn’t happen, that it isn’t even imaginable, The L Word DVD broke all the hearts in my house. I have one complaint. Each episode begins with Malvina Reynolds singing “Little Boxes,” her send-up of suburbia, where the tract houses and the tract souls “all look just the same.” But it has always seemed to me that those of us who grew up in such real-estate scams were equally lonesome and strange, and just as likely to write poems against the hydrogen bomb, as were people who grew up in identical but presumably more authentic houseboats, igloos, wigwams, family farms, and trailer camps. The Simpsons DVD So far, Weeds shows signs of intelligence, but no character on the show seems smart enough to have written a single one of its episodes. It’s a peculiar snobbism indeed that sneers at any room of one’s own, with or without a bong.