Brief spoilers for last night's "Pushing Daisies" coming up just as soon as I get my taxidermy license...
There were so many things to enjoy in "Frescorts" -- the sound of Jim Dale saying "badass," the bond between Emerson and his awesome mama (played by the great Debra Mooney from "Everwood"), inflating a dead woman's collapsed lung with a bicycle pump, all the duvet double-entendres ("Selfishly, I want to duvet you all night long") -- that I didn't even mind that this was one of the more forgettable mysteries they've done to date.
In general, the actual plot of a "Pushing Daisies" seems to be the very last thing on the writers' minds -- hence wrapping most of them up with Dale's "The facts were these..." monologues -- but there's generally some kind of visually-intoxicating element to compensate for the thin plots. The idea of platonic prostitutes was a clever one, though, and that compensated for the fact that, outside of the expression on Ned's face when he wrapped his arms around the hug-testing machine, there wasn't anything particularly memorable to look at.
Ratings were, once again, lousy. Sigh... Enjoy it while you can, folks.
What did everybody else think?