Every week, we will be recapping the first season of Fuller House, episode by episode.
In Episode 11 of Fuller House, our main ladies take small steps toward bigger leaps that will likely reshape their lives in these last few episodes, and certainly for season two. It's great to see that we won't be idling as we near the end of season one.
We begin with Stephanie stumbling in after a night out, presumably on a weekday since she said she'd be spending her hangover watching The View (nice one, Candace). It seems like her very public breakup with San Francisco Giants right fielder Hunter Pence made her "famous," so the men of the Bay Area have been at her beck and call — and carrying shots of tequila. But ... Wasn't she already pretty famous? Enough to be called upon to headline the main stage last minute at Coachella? We're so confused, and we're not letting it go.
Kimmy barges in, hands full of pink swag for a kid's birthday party that afternoon and prepping for a double-header with DJ's boss' retirement party scheduled for that night. DJ informs her that Dr. Harmon is actually hoping for an Indian-themed send-off, as he'll be relocating to an ashram for his golden years. This throws Gibbler Style for a loop, and she'll need some extra help. Apparently, living rent free and getting shots from strangers doesn't offset Steph's living costs, so she offers to jump in and help.
The sisters also lament about DJ's confusing love life, glossing over a first date with Hunky Dr. Matt that we didn't get to see, which is a bummer. What about the potential hilarity, guys? We'd have chosen that over pretty much any kid scenes this episode. You youngsters need to be interesting enough to get your own spinoff, ya hear?
That said, let's just go ahead and breeze through the kid storyline that had little to no consequence to the rest of the episode. Ramona and Jackson get into some mischief, stealing DJ's computer to access a site where they can watch R-rated movies. To only their surprise, the link leads to a virus, crashing the laptop immediately. For a millennial with a piece of "@" artwork in his room, Jackson should have known better.
Ramona suspiciously estimates that it'll cost about $100 (been here before, eh Ramona?) and both of their savings combined still leaves them short. Lucky for them, Max was creepily hiding in a chair in the same room and offers his assistance - for a price. After loaning them the cash, he decides to charge "interest," which is to say, requesting "interest in him." Well played, Nerd Captain, well played.
Stuck with no other options, they agree to it. He demands service immediately, including foot rubs and being carried from room to room. The teens get real tired of it real fast and lucky for them, he does too, reliving them of their duties after realizing that life is short at the party later that night. Huh? Why? It doesn't really matter, they just seemed to need to do something with the children and this was the best they had. Cool, moving on.
DJ's arc happens at the pet clinic, where she is eagerly anticipating inheriting the business she's worked at for the last seven years. While she and Hunky Dr. Matt are canoodling on the job, his dad barges in, still sporting a mid-life crisis man bun. He thanks DJ for holding down the fort while he was gone, casually saying that it made him feel confident in leaving the business to his son. Was that more of an insult to DJ or Matt? The extra dig is when Dr. Dad Harmon mentions how grateful he is to her for keeping his son in San Francisco so he could give him this opportunity. Ouuuuuuuuch.
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She takes it very personally, disappointed in her deflated dream of owning her own business. She's so bummed, in fact, that she decides that spending a day high-fiving dogs is a major drag. She heads home to sulk and mull over her next step in light of this news. It probably doesn't help that it strains her relationship with Matt. Will that lead her into the arms of Stalker Steve? Please say no.
That night, the backyard is used once again to host Dr. Harmon's retirement party. Are there no other event spaces in one of the biggest cities in the country? Although, for what that house is worth, they might as well get some use out of it. Miraculously, Steph and her hangover manage to wipe out Target with loosely Indian-looking items. Thankfully, at least all of the party-goers already owned the attire, as y'know, most people do (?). They also know an entirely choreographed dance sequence the moment the music starts. There was also a whole thing with Steph getting an actual sacred cow which we can just acknowledge and move on.
DJ spends the first part of the evening shooting daggers into Matt's eyes and doubling down by telling him that she plans to leave and start her own practice. Before he can protest, Dr. Dad Harmon jumps up to make a speech, where he announces that Matt will be taking over the business. Apparently totally tone deaf, he then invites DJ to come up and say a few words to, y'know, congratulate Matt or something. Double ouuuuuuch. She sets in on her promise, announcing to the whole crew that she intends to break out on her own. Within a few minutes though, Matt swoops in to save her, offering half of the business to her, which is pretty much like tattooing her name on his body. They're totally doomed, but at least DJ is heading down a path that may someday lead to her independence.
Another partnership is formed as Kimmy and Steph bond over their party-planning success. Kimmy offers to make her a junior partner in the business, or Steph's zillionth career change in one season. Considering their history of squabbles, this could end badly, but it's possible these opposites can compliment each other in a working environment. It should at least equate to some good laughs, we hope. First step though, for the love of God, change the name or at least the logo.