Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
I do sometimes wonder if I watch the same thing as other people.
Kevin, me too. Me too. At my local Swedish Buffy-board, some people just don't watch the same show as I do at all. (Those who don't like the Inside there also dislike House. That's the only common denominator I've found so far.)
Wonderfalls could have been my next one-true-love. I can't believe anyone could hate it. I know people did, but I can't wrap my mind around it.
It would be like not enjoying Wesley on Angel. *cough*
Wonderfalls could have been my next one-true-love.
Mine too, Cindy. It could have been, but it was taken away.
And then Veronica Mars came along.
Hell, I love Wonderfalls. True, true love. Only 13 episodes but it still beat down all seven seasons of Buffy hands down. It was frightening to watch.
Hell, I love Wonderfalls. True, true love. Only 13 episodes but it still beat down all seven seasons of Buffy hands down. It was frightening to watch.
Them's fightin' words.
Er, is this a good time to admit I still haven't seen past episode 3 of Wonderfalls? I have the DVD here.
Jaye dies.
Er. I don't know if I should laugh or cry now.
First determine how truthful I am being.
The Wonderfalls DVDs are a good time. I stayed home sick and had a Niagara-fest. I realized part-way through tho, that I hated the purported best friend and got the vague feeling the cast and crew weren't crazy about her either.
Now, The Inside and gratuitious violence: I think the problem isn't that it's gratuitous, it's that it's decontextualized. I mean, there's a lot of hella-hella fucked up shit going down all of the time, but most of my day is composed of like, microwave popcorn and being excited about the mail. It's a scale issue--all of these people are like, lalala horrific violence! Lalala S&M! What I'm trying to describe is like when CSI people put a ruler in an evidence picture to show how big or small something is, because a straight photograph would give a possibly skewed, or skew-able, view. There needs to be someone (I thought of a journalist when I was thinking this up) who acts as the audience stand-in and is all, BARF. Don't know if whatshernametheblondgirl is supposed to play this role, but I feel like because she was all Elizabeth Smarted as a kid, she does have a reference point that puts her ahead of us.
Wow. I so have not posted this extensively about a TV show on the Internet since like, season four of Buffy. Feels weird, in good, wanky kind of way.