As Halloween has proudly descended on us once again, I started pondering the things that go bump in the night and what we are (or used to be) afraid of. The Boogey Man has gone by the wayside of child molesters, mummies have had their hey-day in the 50s, and I do not think a child would even scream for help if approached by one, and a once disturbing creature of the night is now sexualized and made into a superhero. When did vampires become so damn hot?
Why is something that feeds off and/or kills humans something to idealize? At some point in time, the vampire myth turned from awful into awe. When or why did this happen? Some could argue that ever since the legend was started that humans were meant to revere and fear them with a touch of wont, but there is a lot stronger evidence to suggest this is relatively new, thanks to the international bestseller Twilight series and the campy HBO hit True Blood, based on the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlain Harris. It was Harris and Stephenie Meyer (Twilight) who decided that their main vampiric characters would be the female's idea for a perfect male counterpart.
So, why vampires? Werewolves certainly do not hold the same esteem in literary or cinematic venues. First of all, vampires are still in a human form (most of the time, depending on whose version you are currently partaking in.) So, we can assume anatomically, everything is still, well, adept and familiar. Bestiality had it's heyday in Zeus' time and we got over it.
Next, nighttime is sexy. In most vampiric worlds, they hibernate during the day and stalk at night. This is not true of Stephenie Meyers' world, because well, her story would not have worked. You cannot have a relationship between a human teen and a century-old, teenage-looking vampire that only takes place at night--it doesn't make any sense. Even then, the Cullen's must stay in at least overcast, dreary conditions lest they "sparkle," so the weather conditions alone make the entire environment night-like. But in non-Meyer vampire worlds, a "creature of the night" is way hotter than "lurker of the bright and dusty day."
When I imagine a "vampire" I have a very vivid close-up shot in my head of Bram Stoker's Dracula when Gary Oldman's Dracula is about to bite Winona Ryder's character, Mina. I don't really remember much else about the film, just that part when her neck is exposed and he is salivating, and I am sure there was some very dark and broody music to establish suspense and drama. The key is they bite, not kill. YES, I know that they can kill, but in modern-day myths, they never kill the woman that has enraptured them do they? I mean, save for kindergarten, biting is subversively sexual. And not only that, it's where they bite that matters. Neck, inner thigh, wrist...all supple erogenous zones, all sanguine and delicious. A teenage hickey matured....
What else do vampires do? They drink blood...our life-force. So, if one drinks the life of another, it is a way deeper metaphor of "becoming one" than that of just plain sexual intercourse. In addition, blood is red, and red is the color of love and passion. I don't think it would have the same impact if blood were say, lilac. Gross.
Next, in both True Blood and Twilight, vampires have super-human qualities. They can run faster, jump higher and hear our damsel-in-distress calls via near-telepathy. I mean, this is basic Darwinian allure--survival of the fittest. The idea that your mate can destroy anyone or anything is always a turn-on. Also, in both of the previously mentioned worlds, vampires are designed to be attractive to humans. In True Blood, they call it being glamoured, but in Twilight, once you become the undead, you just become a better version of what you were before, an analog to HD version if you will.
Also, if we think in a quite layered way, the whole vampire-thing could be allegorical...a newer way to absorb Christian folklore. They die and are "born again," they are super-human, and they drink blood...an elementary story replayed in a fresh way, maybe we all need to back to church.
Lastly, and most importantly, vampires have eternal life. We are nothing if not vain, and we all think we are important enough to see civilization's errors and wins. I mean, how cool would it be to say "oh, I know the story of Jesus...I was there." Other than the self-serving aspect, the thought of truly living throughout eternity with your mate is one of our deepest desires...especially if they are as gentlemanly as Edward Cullen or Bill Compton.
However, this entire time, I have been talking about how hot vampires have become, yet I am speaking only of male vampires. The females however, are still a bit scary. Yes, the Cullen women are described as earth-shatteringly beautiful, but not sexy. In fact, one of the main villains that laces book one, two and three is a crazed, female vampire. Save for Kate Beckinsdale's character in Underworld, the female vampires are viewed more of Disney-esque villianesses. Maybe the world is sexist because both Harris and Meyer are females, and their oedipal tendencies created perfect male specimens. They even fall for sub-par human females...I mean if that isn't every female's Sixteen Candles fantasy I don't know what is.
It doesn't hurt that one of the reasons vampires have become so vogue is simply by the fact that Edward Cullen and Bill Compton are played by quite dreamy British imports that play their gentlemanly blood-suckers with enough panache and sexuality that make females from ages 15 to 50 swoon in their seats. Whoa run-on sentence! Robert Pattinson alone has caused an internet sensation. I believe the exact quote floating on Twilight fansites is "And then God created Robert Pattinson." Indeed he did.
Modern pop culture has had a LOT to do with making anything that is immortal (elves, Gods, etc) a cornerstone for beauty and lust, but vampires have recently made the checklist of all things enigmatic and lustful. As someone who has a vested interest in that she is moving to Transylvania soon, I hope that if there are vampires out there waiting to kill me they at least have the decency to look hot as hell...I wouldn't want my fantasy to broken by some Nosferatu-looking mother fucker.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Oh Cappie My Cappie
I had a realization as I watched the season finale of "Greek" this evening, and that was I actually look more forward to watching that show every week more than pretty much any show. What are the odds that a little series-that-could on ABC Family (WHAT?!) would grasp my attention with ZBZ baby-pink painted claws.
I was a part of the Greek system in college, and sadly (or awesomely) enough this is the closest to sorority/fraternity life that has ever been portrayed. The unfortunate rules and regulations that bind the sorority sisters of ZBZ are ALARMINGLY close to what our Chapter Relations and Standards board enacted on us unwilling co-eds. In hindsight, I wish I could have joined a fraternity instead of a sorority--all the parties you could ask for without all the bullshit, but since my name is Erin instead of Aaron, I guess that wasn't a possibility.
However, the similarities between real Greek life and ABC Family's "Greek" life are not why I care so much about the show. In fact, the Greek system is just the environment, not the story...a bit like one of my other perennial favs, "Friday Night Lights." It comes down to the fact that it is just plain and simply a really good show.
I was not expecting this from ABC Family, save for another great show I accidentally watched that provided the lead-in audience to "Greek", and that is "Kyle XY." They promoted the shit out of that show...remember the poster of Matt Dallas lifting up his shirt revealing no belly button? Yeah, it will be forever singed on my brain from overexposure at the various malls of America. I thought it looked really stupid, but I ended up accidentally watching it on a repeat Friday night run on the regular ABC HD channel. I remember watching 15 minutes and saying "this is stupid" out of my own embarrassment, and by the end of the hour I was hooked.
This started my confusion with ABC Family. I remember ABC Family from when my roommate watched it in, ironically, the sorority house. It was LAME. All that was on was "Step-by-Step" and "Full-House" reruns. When did ABC Family become cool? And better yet, I really do not understand their slogan: "A New Kind of Family." What? A New kind of family that does what? Watch TV? That's not new. And weirder still: Why was "Greek" even considered to be on ABC Family? It is not exactly the stereotypical family-friendly entertainment. Drinking, fornicating and endless pop-culture references does not imply "fit for kids." But then again, I guess this is the "new kind of family..."
So, beyond the odd pairing of network to show, why is this show so surprisingly good? The show's producers aren't completely green, they are behind USA's "The Dead Zone" and fellow ABC Family's (I believe now defunct) "Wildfire", but not exactly Emmy faves either.* Well, I guess it's what makes any show a great show--excellent writing and spot-on casting. But not only that, it is truly entertaining. The perfect blend of comedy and "drama." However, my most favorite of all, is a little character known as Cappie.
Oh Cappie, what did I do before you? You are fun, hilarious, complicated, layered, and super sexy. Scott Michael Foster was the perfect fit. I do not know where he ends and Cappie begins. The only complaint I had this season was that there were not enough Cappie-centered story lines. I love the Casey/Cappie sexual tension...but I kind of think he is too good for her. He should move to Texas instead.
The funniest thing about this show too, is it is kind of unknown, but really well-adored by those who have had the pleasure to get hooked. I bought the first season the day it came out on DVD--watched it all over again in two days, and immediately shipped it overseas to my eager husband who unashamedly loves it as I do.
So, I guess I have to wait until January to get more of my fix. It's not even a guilty pleasure--it is just a genuinely great show. I hope more people fall in love with it as I have, and I hope the writers and actors continue to do a great job. And Cappie, you make me want to go back to college--and I would find out your real name.
I was a part of the Greek system in college, and sadly (or awesomely) enough this is the closest to sorority/fraternity life that has ever been portrayed. The unfortunate rules and regulations that bind the sorority sisters of ZBZ are ALARMINGLY close to what our Chapter Relations and Standards board enacted on us unwilling co-eds. In hindsight, I wish I could have joined a fraternity instead of a sorority--all the parties you could ask for without all the bullshit, but since my name is Erin instead of Aaron, I guess that wasn't a possibility.
However, the similarities between real Greek life and ABC Family's "Greek" life are not why I care so much about the show. In fact, the Greek system is just the environment, not the story...a bit like one of my other perennial favs, "Friday Night Lights." It comes down to the fact that it is just plain and simply a really good show.
I was not expecting this from ABC Family, save for another great show I accidentally watched that provided the lead-in audience to "Greek", and that is "Kyle XY." They promoted the shit out of that show...remember the poster of Matt Dallas lifting up his shirt revealing no belly button? Yeah, it will be forever singed on my brain from overexposure at the various malls of America. I thought it looked really stupid, but I ended up accidentally watching it on a repeat Friday night run on the regular ABC HD channel. I remember watching 15 minutes and saying "this is stupid" out of my own embarrassment, and by the end of the hour I was hooked.
This started my confusion with ABC Family. I remember ABC Family from when my roommate watched it in, ironically, the sorority house. It was LAME. All that was on was "Step-by-Step" and "Full-House" reruns. When did ABC Family become cool? And better yet, I really do not understand their slogan: "A New Kind of Family." What? A New kind of family that does what? Watch TV? That's not new. And weirder still: Why was "Greek" even considered to be on ABC Family? It is not exactly the stereotypical family-friendly entertainment. Drinking, fornicating and endless pop-culture references does not imply "fit for kids." But then again, I guess this is the "new kind of family..."
So, beyond the odd pairing of network to show, why is this show so surprisingly good? The show's producers aren't completely green, they are behind USA's "The Dead Zone" and fellow ABC Family's (I believe now defunct) "Wildfire", but not exactly Emmy faves either.* Well, I guess it's what makes any show a great show--excellent writing and spot-on casting. But not only that, it is truly entertaining. The perfect blend of comedy and "drama." However, my most favorite of all, is a little character known as Cappie.
Oh Cappie, what did I do before you? You are fun, hilarious, complicated, layered, and super sexy. Scott Michael Foster was the perfect fit. I do not know where he ends and Cappie begins. The only complaint I had this season was that there were not enough Cappie-centered story lines. I love the Casey/Cappie sexual tension...but I kind of think he is too good for her. He should move to Texas instead.
The funniest thing about this show too, is it is kind of unknown, but really well-adored by those who have had the pleasure to get hooked. I bought the first season the day it came out on DVD--watched it all over again in two days, and immediately shipped it overseas to my eager husband who unashamedly loves it as I do.
So, I guess I have to wait until January to get more of my fix. It's not even a guilty pleasure--it is just a genuinely great show. I hope more people fall in love with it as I have, and I hope the writers and actors continue to do a great job. And Cappie, you make me want to go back to college--and I would find out your real name.
November 21 CANNOT Come Soon Enough
If I keep seeing more and more "Twilight" trailers I am going to implode.
I am a bit apprehensive and really excited at the same time. I am worried that the world that Stephenie Meyer created has been butchered, and it will ruin my own view of the characters and story. On the other hand, I think that Robert Pattinson was the best casting EVER and if girls keep hearing his accent during promotions there are going to be a lot more baby Bellas out there.
He isn't the normal teen hearthrob either. He wasn't an androgynous Disney star that can sing and dance. He is a musician (he actually wrote and performed Bella's Lullabye on the soundtrack,) he is kind of a bad boy (smoker) and well, he's British. H-O-T.
I actually think the sequels to the movies will be better since Twilight-mania swept over America this summer with the release of the fourth and final book in the series. When they started production, the books were popular, but not of Rowling-esque proportions, therefore the budget was paltry compared to best-selling teen novel movie budgets of today. It's unfortunate because "Twilight" is by far the best of the four novels, so I really hope Hardwicke and company did a really good job. Summit Entertainment might have gotten really lucky with this one falling in their lap...I am surprised Scott Rudin hasn't bullied his way into stealing the rights now that the interest has piqued so much.
So, I guess I will just have to close my eyes and ears for the next 3 weeks in order to avoid my body and soul being melted by RPats.
I am a bit apprehensive and really excited at the same time. I am worried that the world that Stephenie Meyer created has been butchered, and it will ruin my own view of the characters and story. On the other hand, I think that Robert Pattinson was the best casting EVER and if girls keep hearing his accent during promotions there are going to be a lot more baby Bellas out there.
He isn't the normal teen hearthrob either. He wasn't an androgynous Disney star that can sing and dance. He is a musician (he actually wrote and performed Bella's Lullabye on the soundtrack,) he is kind of a bad boy (smoker) and well, he's British. H-O-T.
I actually think the sequels to the movies will be better since Twilight-mania swept over America this summer with the release of the fourth and final book in the series. When they started production, the books were popular, but not of Rowling-esque proportions, therefore the budget was paltry compared to best-selling teen novel movie budgets of today. It's unfortunate because "Twilight" is by far the best of the four novels, so I really hope Hardwicke and company did a really good job. Summit Entertainment might have gotten really lucky with this one falling in their lap...I am surprised Scott Rudin hasn't bullied his way into stealing the rights now that the interest has piqued so much.
So, I guess I will just have to close my eyes and ears for the next 3 weeks in order to avoid my body and soul being melted by RPats.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Don't Stop Imagining that the Boys of Summer are At Last all Alone
I did my thrice-daily FaceBook login earlier (okay, more like deca-daily, but still) and I had an invitation to partake in an "I Love the 80's--Which 80's Movie are You?" quiz. Hmm, I get challenged to quizzes quite often, either by the fact that people do not know how to hit the "Skip" button when said quizzes ask you to invite others to play, or people know that I am a bit of a television/movie aficionado and try to one-up me. Bitches, that shit ain't gonna work, so stop trying. But I digress...
I was actually interested in this one, (as well as an "Ultimate Friends Quiz" that I took as well), because I happened to LOVE VH-1's miniseries, "I Love the 80's." Whats better than comedians talking about the most awesomely disgusting decade ever. So, I decided to see what "80's Movie I Was." I was actually kind of amazed by how accurate they were: "Say Anything."
"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." One of my all time favorite movie quotes of all time, and let's face it, the aptly-written, "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel is just one of the most amazing songs ever. Lloyd Dobbler can serenade me anytime. Although, I wonder if it's as romantic since anvil-weighted boom boxes are something of an antique, and Lloyd would probably just blast his XM-Radio. Boo.
As I sat staring at my results, I realized that "In Your Eyes" is one of my favorite songs of all time, but if someone asked me "what are your favorite songs?" I don't think I would necessarily remember to include it. So, I have decided to put it in ink (well, cyberspace) so I would always have a go-to if this question were ever asked of me. One might think this is overkill, however, nothing is worse than being asked a question like this, and leaving out significant factors...these things define what kind of a person we are. For instance, if I left out "In Your Eyes," one might just think me a smarmy smart-ass for the rest of my life, oh the shame. So, without further ado, in no particular order, my soul:
1. "In Your Eyes" Peter Gabriel (Duh.)
As I previously mentioned, the eternal image of John Cusak's Lloyd Dobbler with that boom box over his head changed how women view potential life-partners forever. The percussion is amazing, and if your whole being doesn't warm and feel as if it's melting every time you hear it (or all of the various versions) then I suggest throwing yourself off a cliff*--you have no heart, Tinman.
2. "Alone" Heart
This is my "I wanna be a rock star" song. I imagine myself on stage in black leather, conveniently 20 lbs lighter, belting out "till now, I always got by on my own," until the whole world loves me. I will always be indebted to "American Idol" for introducing this song to the younger generations with Carrie Underwood and subsequently Carly the Irishwoman. The best independent woman meets soul mate song of all time. Sorry, Kelly Clarkson.
3. "Boys of Summer" Don Henley
One of my earliest memories is singing this song in my living room. I had no idea what Wayfarers were, but if I ever find a Dead-Head sticker on a Cadillac I will be the happiest woman in the world.
4. "Home" Michael Buble
I bless the day I stayed home sick from work only to have nothing on daytime television except for some piss-poor excuse for a romantic comedy known as the "The Wedding Date." Not because of the dazzling banter between Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney, far from it actually, but because I was introduced to Michael Buble. His dulcet tones remind me of a simpler time when martinis were an excellent afternoon snack and people still dressed for dinner. I love this song so much I chose it as my first wedding dance. I guess that also has to do with the lyrics being spot-on for my life at the moment, but whenever I hear those opening chords I can't help but smile...and isn't that what music is supposed to do?
5. "Always on my Mind" Elvis
Sorry, King, but I actually like the Michael Buble version better (SACRILEGE!) but the sentiment is still there. I think everyone wants to believe that one's past relationship material is and always will be regretful about it...even if you aren't. I guess it's better late than never. Simple. Beautiful. Haunting.
6. "At Last" Etta James
There is a reason this one has been looped in a million movies since it's inception, it's romantic, it's beautiful and everyone wants to believe that their "lonely days are over" as well. I feel like singing this at one of those dinner clubs in the 50's where everyone wore cocktail attire during the day and formal wear after 5. I could lay under a tree on a warm and sunny day and listen to this on repeat until the sunset.
7. "Moondance" Van Morrison
Everyone wants to dance underneath the moonlight, I mean come on.
8. "Don't Stop Believin'" Journey
Now, what would a party be like without this one? It is THE ultimate karaoke/feel-good/everyone knows the lyrics/last call for alcohol/group embarrassment song. I have no idea what movies never ending and singing the blues has to do with never giving up, but you know what, fuck it. Steve Perry seems to know something I don't.
9. "Imagine" John Lennon
I mean really...is there even a need to explain? The thought of living in a world where everyone is equal, free and well, living life in peace is every decent person's deepest desire. Not your deepest desire? You selfish bastard. ;)
10. "Like a Prayer" Madonna
Attention girls everywhere: this song was written to be drunkenly sung by you and your friends with the dudes wondering why all the girls are on the dance floor praying. Madonna knew what she was doing...life is indeed a mystery, everyone MUST stand alone...and I am calling your name...sigh.
11. "Love Song" The Cure
Well, what else is more pure than calling a song "Love Song." No frills, no confusing lyrics that are trying to be smarter than you. Whenever I hear this, I feel like The Cure took everything I was thinking and made it beautiful...and isn't that what makes a good song, everyone thinks it was written for them? How narcissistic and yet so banal of us. Whenever I need to feel whole again, I know where to turn.
12. "Push" Matchbox 20
One of these things is not like the other...This song makes me think of high school and how much fun I had. Also, it's a great fucking song and introduced me to Matchbox 20--get over it.
I am sure that there are WAY more that I cannot think of at the moment...but for right now, I am all tapped out. I realize that most of these songs are neither new nor something cache or original. I apologize for nothing. I am sure that newer songs will stand the test of time and I can add them eventually, and isn't what makes a song unforgettable is you usually have some sort of memory tied to them? Nothing is worse than a music snob anyway.
*Please don't throw yourself off a cliff--suicide is never the answer.
I was actually interested in this one, (as well as an "Ultimate Friends Quiz" that I took as well), because I happened to LOVE VH-1's miniseries, "I Love the 80's." Whats better than comedians talking about the most awesomely disgusting decade ever. So, I decided to see what "80's Movie I Was." I was actually kind of amazed by how accurate they were: "Say Anything."
"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen." One of my all time favorite movie quotes of all time, and let's face it, the aptly-written, "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel is just one of the most amazing songs ever. Lloyd Dobbler can serenade me anytime. Although, I wonder if it's as romantic since anvil-weighted boom boxes are something of an antique, and Lloyd would probably just blast his XM-Radio. Boo.
As I sat staring at my results, I realized that "In Your Eyes" is one of my favorite songs of all time, but if someone asked me "what are your favorite songs?" I don't think I would necessarily remember to include it. So, I have decided to put it in ink (well, cyberspace) so I would always have a go-to if this question were ever asked of me. One might think this is overkill, however, nothing is worse than being asked a question like this, and leaving out significant factors...these things define what kind of a person we are. For instance, if I left out "In Your Eyes," one might just think me a smarmy smart-ass for the rest of my life, oh the shame. So, without further ado, in no particular order, my soul:
1. "In Your Eyes" Peter Gabriel (Duh.)
As I previously mentioned, the eternal image of John Cusak's Lloyd Dobbler with that boom box over his head changed how women view potential life-partners forever. The percussion is amazing, and if your whole being doesn't warm and feel as if it's melting every time you hear it (or all of the various versions) then I suggest throwing yourself off a cliff*--you have no heart, Tinman.
2. "Alone" Heart
This is my "I wanna be a rock star" song. I imagine myself on stage in black leather, conveniently 20 lbs lighter, belting out "till now, I always got by on my own," until the whole world loves me. I will always be indebted to "American Idol" for introducing this song to the younger generations with Carrie Underwood and subsequently Carly the Irishwoman. The best independent woman meets soul mate song of all time. Sorry, Kelly Clarkson.
3. "Boys of Summer" Don Henley
One of my earliest memories is singing this song in my living room. I had no idea what Wayfarers were, but if I ever find a Dead-Head sticker on a Cadillac I will be the happiest woman in the world.
4. "Home" Michael Buble
I bless the day I stayed home sick from work only to have nothing on daytime television except for some piss-poor excuse for a romantic comedy known as the "The Wedding Date." Not because of the dazzling banter between Debra Messing and Dermot Mulroney, far from it actually, but because I was introduced to Michael Buble. His dulcet tones remind me of a simpler time when martinis were an excellent afternoon snack and people still dressed for dinner. I love this song so much I chose it as my first wedding dance. I guess that also has to do with the lyrics being spot-on for my life at the moment, but whenever I hear those opening chords I can't help but smile...and isn't that what music is supposed to do?
5. "Always on my Mind" Elvis
Sorry, King, but I actually like the Michael Buble version better (SACRILEGE!) but the sentiment is still there. I think everyone wants to believe that one's past relationship material is and always will be regretful about it...even if you aren't. I guess it's better late than never. Simple. Beautiful. Haunting.
6. "At Last" Etta James
There is a reason this one has been looped in a million movies since it's inception, it's romantic, it's beautiful and everyone wants to believe that their "lonely days are over" as well. I feel like singing this at one of those dinner clubs in the 50's where everyone wore cocktail attire during the day and formal wear after 5. I could lay under a tree on a warm and sunny day and listen to this on repeat until the sunset.
7. "Moondance" Van Morrison
Everyone wants to dance underneath the moonlight, I mean come on.
8. "Don't Stop Believin'" Journey
Now, what would a party be like without this one? It is THE ultimate karaoke/feel-good/everyone knows the lyrics/last call for alcohol/group embarrassment song. I have no idea what movies never ending and singing the blues has to do with never giving up, but you know what, fuck it. Steve Perry seems to know something I don't.
9. "Imagine" John Lennon
I mean really...is there even a need to explain? The thought of living in a world where everyone is equal, free and well, living life in peace is every decent person's deepest desire. Not your deepest desire? You selfish bastard. ;)
10. "Like a Prayer" Madonna
Attention girls everywhere: this song was written to be drunkenly sung by you and your friends with the dudes wondering why all the girls are on the dance floor praying. Madonna knew what she was doing...life is indeed a mystery, everyone MUST stand alone...and I am calling your name...sigh.
11. "Love Song" The Cure
Well, what else is more pure than calling a song "Love Song." No frills, no confusing lyrics that are trying to be smarter than you. Whenever I hear this, I feel like The Cure took everything I was thinking and made it beautiful...and isn't that what makes a good song, everyone thinks it was written for them? How narcissistic and yet so banal of us. Whenever I need to feel whole again, I know where to turn.
12. "Push" Matchbox 20
One of these things is not like the other...This song makes me think of high school and how much fun I had. Also, it's a great fucking song and introduced me to Matchbox 20--get over it.
I am sure that there are WAY more that I cannot think of at the moment...but for right now, I am all tapped out. I realize that most of these songs are neither new nor something cache or original. I apologize for nothing. I am sure that newer songs will stand the test of time and I can add them eventually, and isn't what makes a song unforgettable is you usually have some sort of memory tied to them? Nothing is worse than a music snob anyway.
*Please don't throw yourself off a cliff--suicide is never the answer.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Welcome Back, Pacey Whitter
As I sit here watching "Fringe," J.J. Abrams' newest addition to primetime television, I am thankful for two things:
1.) The cloning of Mr. Abrams in order for him produce the 18 million things he attaches his name to these days
2.) Joshua Jackson.
Joshua Jackson hasn't been seen in a while except for on the arm of his more-popular import girlfriend, Diane Kruger. (By the way Josh, marry this girl.) However, his appearance on "Fringe" is nothing less than refreshing, and well, just plain good. He is not even the main character, although, I am thinking his presence will become more and more important as the show continues, if nothing more than because of the increasing flirtation between him and the Australian newcomer Anna Torv.
I am still getting used to Anna Torv's Agent Dunham...she's a bit dull for my taste, and in need of Oscar Blandi to enliven those blonde tresses, but Josh Jackson's Peter Bishop is easy, funny and a perfect antidote to the show's grim nature.
I always knew Josh Jackson was a good actor, but because of The Dawson's Creek curse, it has been rarely seen. Yes, you could say Michelle Williams broke the curse by getting an Oscar nod with "Brokeback Mountain," but for an ensemble cast in their prime when the teen docusoap went off the air, the work has been few and far between for all those who bravely climbed up to Dawson's window all those years ago.
"Fringe" itself is a great show, and I hope it gets more seasons. "The Pattern" is something that is definitely intriguing to investigate, but at the same time, lets hope that if the show continues on for many more seasons, we don't fall into the "Alias/SD-6" situation. Bad Robot has done a pretty good job of keeping viewers interested with their convoluted serial dramas, but thanks to shitty shows on CBS, they usually get their asses spanked in the ratings by another aptly-named crime drama. Tune in next year for "CSI: Fresno", maybe David Caruso can start doing bi-coastal shifts.
The only thing missing thus far is Greg Gunberg...maybe he'll emerge as Peter's long-lost brother who has been working for The Pattern for the last 15 years and will play the "Sydney's mom" role by playing both teams. Oh, snap.
1.) The cloning of Mr. Abrams in order for him produce the 18 million things he attaches his name to these days
2.) Joshua Jackson.
Joshua Jackson hasn't been seen in a while except for on the arm of his more-popular import girlfriend, Diane Kruger. (By the way Josh, marry this girl.) However, his appearance on "Fringe" is nothing less than refreshing, and well, just plain good. He is not even the main character, although, I am thinking his presence will become more and more important as the show continues, if nothing more than because of the increasing flirtation between him and the Australian newcomer Anna Torv.
I am still getting used to Anna Torv's Agent Dunham...she's a bit dull for my taste, and in need of Oscar Blandi to enliven those blonde tresses, but Josh Jackson's Peter Bishop is easy, funny and a perfect antidote to the show's grim nature.
I always knew Josh Jackson was a good actor, but because of The Dawson's Creek curse, it has been rarely seen. Yes, you could say Michelle Williams broke the curse by getting an Oscar nod with "Brokeback Mountain," but for an ensemble cast in their prime when the teen docusoap went off the air, the work has been few and far between for all those who bravely climbed up to Dawson's window all those years ago.
"Fringe" itself is a great show, and I hope it gets more seasons. "The Pattern" is something that is definitely intriguing to investigate, but at the same time, lets hope that if the show continues on for many more seasons, we don't fall into the "Alias/SD-6" situation. Bad Robot has done a pretty good job of keeping viewers interested with their convoluted serial dramas, but thanks to shitty shows on CBS, they usually get their asses spanked in the ratings by another aptly-named crime drama. Tune in next year for "CSI: Fresno", maybe David Caruso can start doing bi-coastal shifts.
The only thing missing thus far is Greg Gunberg...maybe he'll emerge as Peter's long-lost brother who has been working for The Pattern for the last 15 years and will play the "Sydney's mom" role by playing both teams. Oh, snap.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Alan Shore, My Moral Cornerstone
As I sit here watching the last five minutes of this evening's "Boston Legal," I am once again brought to tears by one of Alan Shore's infamous closing arguments. Never mind that David E. Kelly chose to ignore how the legal system really works with the prosecution bearing the burden of proof, but listening to "right-now" events depicted by the ever-cool James Spader with the help of a spot-on William Shatner, I am constantly reminded of what really matters in this world.
As pathetic as it is to get my news and current events from a fictional show that has been moved around on the TV schedule enough for my DVR to want to combust, it still remains my moral touchstone that makes this liberals heart bleed. The show is apologetically leftist, but Denny Crane's Red State appeal seeps through occasionally as well.
On tonight's episode, Alan takes the case of a young man whose brother was killed in a military hospital, and even though the doctor admitted to the wrong-doing, they are incapable of being sued because of what else, an antiquated law. Of course, to Craine, Pool and Schmidt, the fact that this is out of their hands is not something they listen to. In the comedic ruckus, Alan and Denny decide to wager $50,000 on the fact that Alan won't win this case...something that is not only unethical but illegal. The judge allows for one hour of witness testimony and arguments to decide whether they can go to trial, and during this time is when once again, I am taught that my life really isn't that bad, and many people have it far worse than I do.
In Alan Shore's closing testimony he mentions that if what the doctors did to an average citizen in an average hospital, we would all be raking in the millions, but because it was done in a military hospital (on American soil might I add) they cannot be touched. The worst part about it all is that the military recruits the poorest of the poor because they, unlike some of the more fortunate, do not have another choice after high school, and they are they ones left fighting our war...and this is why we do not care. It's not our fight anymore, unfortunately. He even brings up his own unlawful wager placed on the case to make his point....even he didn't care. At this point is when I start to bawl.
Why is it that I need a fictitious television show to teach me about the most disgusting and vile of our laws? Because that's the way everyone wants it to be. God forbid we be an educated audience who actually knows what we are voting for on November 4th. Who wants to know that Bush has twice vetoed a bipartisan bill allowing children's health care to be omnipresent and affordable. Who wants to know the Republicans keep shutting down bills that extend on the GI Bill allowing more education for our veterans, because guess what...we need them to stay in the military---not get educated. Who wants to know...
As I mentioned before, David E. Kelly et al are definitely preaching to us Liberals, but that doesn't make it any less real. All I know is that this is indeed the last season of "Boston Legal" and I am truly going to miss those white chairs on the balcony. It almost makes me want to drink a low ball of Scotch and smoke a cigar...all while fighting the GOP of course.
As pathetic as it is to get my news and current events from a fictional show that has been moved around on the TV schedule enough for my DVR to want to combust, it still remains my moral touchstone that makes this liberals heart bleed. The show is apologetically leftist, but Denny Crane's Red State appeal seeps through occasionally as well.
On tonight's episode, Alan takes the case of a young man whose brother was killed in a military hospital, and even though the doctor admitted to the wrong-doing, they are incapable of being sued because of what else, an antiquated law. Of course, to Craine, Pool and Schmidt, the fact that this is out of their hands is not something they listen to. In the comedic ruckus, Alan and Denny decide to wager $50,000 on the fact that Alan won't win this case...something that is not only unethical but illegal. The judge allows for one hour of witness testimony and arguments to decide whether they can go to trial, and during this time is when once again, I am taught that my life really isn't that bad, and many people have it far worse than I do.
In Alan Shore's closing testimony he mentions that if what the doctors did to an average citizen in an average hospital, we would all be raking in the millions, but because it was done in a military hospital (on American soil might I add) they cannot be touched. The worst part about it all is that the military recruits the poorest of the poor because they, unlike some of the more fortunate, do not have another choice after high school, and they are they ones left fighting our war...and this is why we do not care. It's not our fight anymore, unfortunately. He even brings up his own unlawful wager placed on the case to make his point....even he didn't care. At this point is when I start to bawl.
Why is it that I need a fictitious television show to teach me about the most disgusting and vile of our laws? Because that's the way everyone wants it to be. God forbid we be an educated audience who actually knows what we are voting for on November 4th. Who wants to know that Bush has twice vetoed a bipartisan bill allowing children's health care to be omnipresent and affordable. Who wants to know the Republicans keep shutting down bills that extend on the GI Bill allowing more education for our veterans, because guess what...we need them to stay in the military---not get educated. Who wants to know...
As I mentioned before, David E. Kelly et al are definitely preaching to us Liberals, but that doesn't make it any less real. All I know is that this is indeed the last season of "Boston Legal" and I am truly going to miss those white chairs on the balcony. It almost makes me want to drink a low ball of Scotch and smoke a cigar...all while fighting the GOP of course.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I Love Falling Leaves and November Sweeps
So, Fall is finally here, and the most important thing for me other than my birthday, my husband's birthday, Thanksgiving and my anniversary is that the networks retire their shiteous summer reality lineups such as "My Midget Dad is Better than Your Meth-Addicted Mom at Texas Hold-Em" back to the shows that make my life so much better for watching.
Television-watching has been something that I have taken quite seriously ever since I can remember. When most 7th graders sneakily stay up late to watch MTV or Jackass, I was watching classic reruns of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show" on Nick at Nite. I knew, even at the tender age of 12 that some shows were more than just shows, they represent a substantial change in the wind, or demonstrate humanity at it's purest and most dark. Television had quite a paltry conotation for the last few decades, but not so much any more. Some of Hollywood's most talented and well-respected actors returned (or premiered) on the small screen because they know what I have known my whole life--television might be for the masses, and instead of catering to the lowest common denominator (not that there is anything wrong with that) they can spread knowledge and meaning to everyone who has a universal remote.
People might judge me for trying to watch as much television as possible, they might tell me to go get a life, but this is indeed my life, and I am not going to apologize for it. In this digital age, I no longer have to run home and skip much-needed workouts in order to catch the beginning of prime time. I can comfortably watch "Gossip Girl" at 1am if need be (and something done quite often.)
What I still find depressing, however, is that such quality television shows are still not getting the love they deserve and getting the bumps in scheduling that only alienate more viewers. As I am writing this, I have just finished watching the second episode in the third season of "Friday Night Lights." This is a perfect example of an amazing show that stupidly got pushed around so much on NBC's lineup that the actual actors probably could not even find it. Now, to add insult to injury, it has been moved to the DirecTV Channel...yeah, I know...what the fuck is the DirecTV channel. So, not only has this brilliant demonstration of acting and story-telling been ignored by the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences time and time again, it's now being taken away from free-to-the-public television. Yes, NBC will replay the season again after it's wrap on DirecTV, but I mean...really. Everytime I watch Kyle Chandler's magnificent and unapologetically cute, Coach Taylor I just cry that no one else is getting to see this. Yes, the series was based on the movie that was based on the book, but I am pretty sure that the title is unfortunate. To everyone outside of the Lone Star State, it is just that "show about Texas football...." Ugh, so frustratingly untrue. Hopefully, people will start watching, but I am not feeling the intelligence of humanity right now, so to the Dillon Panthers, I will watch you as long as you will let me.
On another thought of brilliant television that no one watches, "Reaper," WHERE ARE YOU?!??! Last I heard, the CW was bringing you back! PLEASE! I need the Devil, Sock and Same to fulfill my witty banter quotient. ARGH!
"Dirty, Sexy, Money" has come back with avengence...I don't think anyone watches this one either. Peter Krause alone will make me watch this one until my DVR is full and blows up. The perfect blend of good acting and guilty pleasure...makes me want to eat a piece of decadent red velvet cake and swig a lowball of Scotch. Yum.
I of course am still watching "The Office (hilarious), "The Amazing Race (um, the brother and sister are creeping me out), "Brothers and Sisters" (I am begining to want to have 5 children), "Bones (Sexual tension, anyone), "Greek" (Will someone please explain why this is on ABC Family??? I truly don't get it), "Boston Legal (THE best comedy male pairing in television history), "Entourage" (aww, gotta love the boys), "Gossip Girl" (xoxo), and a new fav, "True Blood" (I ALSO wanna do bad things with you.) "30 Rock" I'll be seeing ya' in a few weeks!
Next time you judge me, why don't you challenge me to a trivia contest and see who wins.
That's what I thought.
Television-watching has been something that I have taken quite seriously ever since I can remember. When most 7th graders sneakily stay up late to watch MTV or Jackass, I was watching classic reruns of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show" on Nick at Nite. I knew, even at the tender age of 12 that some shows were more than just shows, they represent a substantial change in the wind, or demonstrate humanity at it's purest and most dark. Television had quite a paltry conotation for the last few decades, but not so much any more. Some of Hollywood's most talented and well-respected actors returned (or premiered) on the small screen because they know what I have known my whole life--television might be for the masses, and instead of catering to the lowest common denominator (not that there is anything wrong with that) they can spread knowledge and meaning to everyone who has a universal remote.
People might judge me for trying to watch as much television as possible, they might tell me to go get a life, but this is indeed my life, and I am not going to apologize for it. In this digital age, I no longer have to run home and skip much-needed workouts in order to catch the beginning of prime time. I can comfortably watch "Gossip Girl" at 1am if need be (and something done quite often.)
What I still find depressing, however, is that such quality television shows are still not getting the love they deserve and getting the bumps in scheduling that only alienate more viewers. As I am writing this, I have just finished watching the second episode in the third season of "Friday Night Lights." This is a perfect example of an amazing show that stupidly got pushed around so much on NBC's lineup that the actual actors probably could not even find it. Now, to add insult to injury, it has been moved to the DirecTV Channel...yeah, I know...what the fuck is the DirecTV channel. So, not only has this brilliant demonstration of acting and story-telling been ignored by the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences time and time again, it's now being taken away from free-to-the-public television. Yes, NBC will replay the season again after it's wrap on DirecTV, but I mean...really. Everytime I watch Kyle Chandler's magnificent and unapologetically cute, Coach Taylor I just cry that no one else is getting to see this. Yes, the series was based on the movie that was based on the book, but I am pretty sure that the title is unfortunate. To everyone outside of the Lone Star State, it is just that "show about Texas football...." Ugh, so frustratingly untrue. Hopefully, people will start watching, but I am not feeling the intelligence of humanity right now, so to the Dillon Panthers, I will watch you as long as you will let me.
On another thought of brilliant television that no one watches, "Reaper," WHERE ARE YOU?!??! Last I heard, the CW was bringing you back! PLEASE! I need the Devil, Sock and Same to fulfill my witty banter quotient. ARGH!
"Dirty, Sexy, Money" has come back with avengence...I don't think anyone watches this one either. Peter Krause alone will make me watch this one until my DVR is full and blows up. The perfect blend of good acting and guilty pleasure...makes me want to eat a piece of decadent red velvet cake and swig a lowball of Scotch. Yum.
I of course am still watching "The Office (hilarious), "The Amazing Race (um, the brother and sister are creeping me out), "Brothers and Sisters" (I am begining to want to have 5 children), "Bones (Sexual tension, anyone), "Greek" (Will someone please explain why this is on ABC Family??? I truly don't get it), "Boston Legal (THE best comedy male pairing in television history), "Entourage" (aww, gotta love the boys), "Gossip Girl" (xoxo), and a new fav, "True Blood" (I ALSO wanna do bad things with you.) "30 Rock" I'll be seeing ya' in a few weeks!
Next time you judge me, why don't you challenge me to a trivia contest and see who wins.
That's what I thought.
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