Lately I seem to write only infrequent but extensive posts.
(Preface: Wow, I really got going on this one. Pace yourself, dear reader. Perhaps you should bring provisions. At least an extra bottle of water.)
Oh my God I had the most disturbing dreams last night.
It must be PMS-related. This is not going to be a good month - what with the dreams, and the headache I had all afternoon and evening yesterday - which only grudgingly dissipated after I self-medicated with lots of advil and chocolate.
Anyway, I shall record said dreams here, even though other people's dreams are never as interesting as one's own, right? Skip if you want; or psychoanalyze me, because I don't know what is going on in my subconscious.
Dream the first: I am getting married. We've included some sort of new tradition (oxymoron much?) in the ceremony: before we take our vows, all my former paramours are supposed to kiss me goodbye. I guess this is supposed to be something like my father walking me down the aisle? [By the way, should Yours Truly ever get married, both my parents will be escorting me down the aisle, thankyouverymuch. - Ed.] In the dream said paramours are more numerous than in real life. Also, none of them will kiss me. I can't tell if it's jealousy, or resentment that I'm not marrying them; or if they're just generally repulsed by me. It is absolutely devastating and I wake with a panicky tightness in my chest.
Dream the second: played out like a movie and faded very quickly as I woke. What I remember is two men, in love but hiding their affair for some reason? One is a few years older, and is growing impatient with the arrangement. His lover comes over to his house; there the older man unveils a huge cross with loops of rope around it. He sticks his arms through the loops of rope, stretching out against the cross. He's holding a torch in each hand. Behind him the house is in flames.
Dream the third: This is the worst. I walk into the bathroom of my parents' house in New Mexico. They've bought a new light fixture - it's a small lamp (like a sconce, I guess) hanging in the shower. The shade is shaped like a hibiscus blossom and is made of delicate ruby-red glass. It's maybe the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The shade is a little loose and I affix it more firmly to the wall. I return some time later to find the shade loose again; again I tighten it. Lather, rinse, repeat several times. Finally I return to find the beautiful shade shattered into tiny pieces all over the floor. My feet are bare and I take a few steps before I realize that there's broken glass everywhere. I panic. I can feel shards of glass in my feet and I'm trying not to move, trying to stand as lightly as possible to avoid driving the glass further into my flesh. I hobble to the sink, hoping to wash the glass from my feet; I put a towel on the floor, to stand on. The glass is red and the shards are miniscule; I can't tell what's glass and what's blood.
Anyway, now that we've gotten that out of the way... New TV?
I have to say, I am so far pretty disappointed with the new season's offerings. (Heroes excepted. David Anders back on my TV screen doing a British accent = fabulous. Also, I find it so hilarious that he is about as far from British as possible, yet because of Alias will I guess never be allowed to speak in his normal voice onscreen.) (Oh, and I should also mention HIMYM, because even though the season premiere wasn't one of their best episodes, the Slap Clock had me clapping and Cruising on my couch. Also: Chester A. Arthur, hee!)
So I watched the premiere of Gossip Girl, primarily to get my Kristen Bell fix; though I also remember how awesome season 1 of The OC was, and wondered if Josh Schwartz could duplicate that feat. And... well, I don’t think he has. I suppose it would be fair to give it a chance for a few more episodes, but I don't think I will, because that chance will be going to Bionic Woman (with its own set of problems; of which more below). Gossip Girl is soapy and just too too, but that’s okay; I mean, what else do you expect? No, my main problem with it was the utter ridiculousness of the rooftop scene between - oh, man, I don't even remember their names. Whatever, so the new freshman at school has gone to this party, and the smarmy evil guy has scented fresh meat and moved in - and this guy has "date rapist" written all over him, right? And he asks her to go outside with him, and they're standing on the roof, and he keeps trying to kiss her, and she's clearly not into it. And he's all, "Have a glass of champagne!" And she says, "Okay, just one." And then while he is pouring the bubbly, she takes out her phone and texts her brother something like, "SOS I'm at party help emergency!" And the brother - who, is it just my imagination, or does he look distressingly like Elijah Wood? - is on a date with Serena (look, I remembered a name!), and he shows her the text and says, "It's probably not a big deal." And then he gets another text from his sister, saying that she's with Smarmy Evil and Serena's all, "If it's [Smarmy Evil], it's worse than you think." (Something like that? I was a little unclear on what was happening.) So they go running for the party, and make their way through the crowd to the roof, where Fresh Meat is STILL ON THE ROOF, weakly trying to push Smarmy Evil away.
WTF? WHY would you text your brother to come save you, but STAY UP THERE?!? Why would you not just, like, I don't know, GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS?!?
I mean, I can sort of retcon in my mind by supposing that the door had locked behind them? But then, how would Smarmy Evil get back to the party after he was done molesting Fresh Meat? Is he just going to wait up there all night? Does he have a friend waiting by the door to let him back in? Was his character actually supposed to be on Heroes, and he'll just fly home? No, it still doesn't make sense.
Bionic Woman, on the other hand - this show gets a free pass, because I think the addition of Katee Sackhoff would make any and every show better. (Exec Producers, showrunners, casting agents of the world: I invite you to disprove my theory.) Bionic!Starbuck is delicious. But: first, do they have to Tony Scott-ify the fight scenes into an indecipherable mush of quick cuts? I hated it when they did it on Buffy (the later seasons, I think? 6, maybe?), too. Find a good fight coordinator/choreographer and some actors who can do the work - or a couple of good stunt men, I don't care. I'm hoping this is just a symptom of making a pilot - maybe you're rushed, you don't have the budget, everybody's green; so please, please let the fights improve with time. Please.
Second: Oh my God was the writing terrible, or was the writing terrible? The writing was terrible. I mean the general shape of the episode was good, and there are a lot of intriguing moments and concepts that I'm eager to see developed. The writing shows great promise. But the dialogue! All the characters speak in the same voice - and it's a mannered, unreal voice; not unreal in an aspirational, Veronica Mars, I-wish-I-talked-like-that way, but unreal in a stilted, subtextless, no-one-talks-like-that-for-God's-sake! way. And, again, maybe a lot of that can be chalked up to the facts of a pilot; it's hard to get in all your exposition, establish all your characters and their relationships - especially when you also have to leave room for a lot of crashes and fights and hijinx ensuing. But there's gotta be a more subtle way than: "I'm a bartender, and a dropout. You're a professor-" "And a surgeon." "Exactly! So why are you with me?" I mean, are you serious, Bionic woman? You're really going to film that scene?
The pilot would have benefited from either a little trimming or a longer running time. A 60- or 70-minute pilot, I think, would've given the writers more room to establish the characters' relationships before getting into the Bionic action. But even limited to 40-whatever minutes: couldn't they have, for example, let Jamie's pregnancy (and her boyfriend's knowledge of said knocked-up-ed-ness) be an established fact right from the start? That would have eliminated the horrible dinner scene. Alternatively, did she need to be pregnant at all? Maybe she did, and that'll be developed later in the season. But the "omigod I'm pregnant" combined with the "omigod I've lost several limbs and gained superpowers" - I mean, either of those alone would be enough for a pilot. Cramming both in doesn't really amplify the emotional impact of either; unless they're trying to draw some sort of comparison between your body being 'hijacked' by a fetus, and being 'hijacked' by bionic limbs and anthrocytes. (Is that how you spell it? Because it's not the mineral, right? - I mean, we're not paying homage to an adamantium skeleton or anything?) Anyway, that pregnant/bionic metaphor is clumsy at best. I think the viewers can imagine the trauma of discovering that one's body has been fundamentally altered overnight - we don't need an abortive pregnancy to get us there. Plus, must Jamie now grapple with a miscarriage, on top of a new body and changing identity? That's just over-egging your emotional pudding, no?
But. Like I said: it shows a lot of promise. And I will watch anything in which Katee Sackhoff appears. Anything.
And on to Kid Nation - man, the controversy swirling around this show is just nuts. When I was in Albuquerque last month the newspapers were full of editorials examining CBS's fudging of NM labor laws and what-not. And I'll admit: I haven't watched an entire episode. I was flipping between the pilot and whatever else was on at that time; so I saw bits and pieces. But for what it's worth: I keep seeing ads lauding this show as "the most socially relevant" show on air. OK, first of all, the kids DO NOT set up their own society, as advertised. I missed the very beginning, but I think somehow four or eight were chosen to be the "town council" or something? And then THEY WERE GIVEN DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS TO DIVIDE THE REST OF THE KIDS UP INTO FOUR SEPARATE TEAMS. And then each week they all compete, and there's some hierarchical set-up where the winning team is dubbed the Upper Class and they get a bunch of money to spend and goof off all day, and the second- and third-place teams are Merchants and something else that I can't remember, and they get a little less money and have to, like, work in Ye Authentic Olde West Stores and sell things to the Upper Class. And the team that comes in last are the Laborers and they have to clean and cook for everyone and do all sorts of chores and then they get, like, a couple of nickels to spend.
So, um, it's not like the kids are setting up their own utopia or anything - they are duplicating US society BECAUSE THE PRODUCERS HAVE INSTRUCTED THEM TO DO SO.
I must add that I find it disturbing that - at least from what I've seen - the entire show revolves around getting into the Upper Class so you have more money to spend and can therefore acquire more things. And the kids absolutely accept this - one girl who was (I think) a Laborer and had a few coins to spend, decided that she wanted to buy a bike that cost several dollars. So she stood out in "Main St." dancing for change. (I'm going to interpret this as busking, rather than taking her first steps toward a career as a stripper.) And apparently she managed to buy the bike? So I guess it's good that the kids are generous? (Or willing/able to bribe her not to dance in front of their stores, as one of the Merchants did....)
So, I feel like this show is in fact socially relevant, but maybe not in the way that CBS thinks. And I am a little curious to see if any of the kids will, like, get fed up with the Upper Class/Laborer bullshit and lead a revolution. Because it reminds me of nothing so much as this ridiculous "game" we had to play in my 10th grade history class ("World History since 1800" or thereabouts; also known as "Revolution, Revolution, War, Revolution, War, War") called "Star Power." At the beginning of the game, everyone got an assortment of poker chips, and then during each round you had to trade chips with each other. You were not allowed to make even trades; one person always had to come out behind. After every round, you would count up your chips and be labeled a "Circle" (the richest), a "Square" (the middle class), or a "Triangle" (the poor). The Circles would then get to make a law, which would remain effective for the rest of the game, unless repealed by another law. Lather, rinse, repeat; the class would quickly become polarized into a small group of Circles, a rapidly dwindling set of Squares, and an increasing number of Triangles. The aim was quite clearly to recreate the conditions before the Russian Revolution; eventually the Triangles would start protesting or rebelling. I remember our class rebelling quite spectacularly - probably because our Circles were two widely-loathed football players, and also because one of my classmates used to carry around a roll of duct tape in his backpack for no apparent reason. And also because our teacher - what was his name, omg I cannot remember - trusted us enough to leave the room while we played the game. After a few token attempts at passive, non-violent resistance, we overpowered the Circles, bound them with the aforementioned tape, and left them in an empty classroom down the hall. (We were a class of budding Zapatistas, clearly.) So it would be really refreshing to see the Kid Nation kids grow a collective social conscience and rally around a mini-Mao/Gandhi/Zapata/Che. (Or a mini-Marx/Lenin/Trotsky, I suppose. OMG, how awesome would it be if somehow the last century of Russian history was writ small on Kid Nation? Also, yikes.)
However: the show was also pretty boring. So I don't know if I'll actually keep watching to find out.
I watched Dirty Sexy Money last night mostly out of inertia, actually - I had not planned to watch it, since I resent the fact that the entire internet has been flooded with advertising for the show for the past, like, year. But I was already on the couch; nothing else was on; the voiceover at the top was a pretty effective hook as I flipped channels; and then there was Samaire Armstrong and I thought, "Okay, I'll give it a shot." And wow, is this show soapy. Who needs Gossip Girl anyway, right? But honestly, I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected to. It's got a certain... okay, maybe this is just me going through the darkest stages of Veronica Mars withdrawal (good Lord, how many times am I going to mention that show in this post, anyway?) but - did anyone else get a little VM flavor from Dirty Sexy Money? I mean there are obvious differences, but: the voiceover! The mysteriously dead relative/friend! The outcast who was once more-or-less an insider! The scandals of a moneyed elite! The vowing to track down the murderer! I mean, New York is one hell of a big city but sometimes Manhattan is a very small town.
I guess I'm hooked. All that was missing was, "Nick George: He's a marshmallow."
Here is what I am most eagerly anticipating: Next Friday's FNL premiere. Oh man. I may be holding my breath for the next 8 days.
And now I suppose I should take this opportunity to state for the record that the reviews in my previous post are, of course, entirely my own creation; and also that it is amazing how many varyingly-plausible names can be created from my own. (A fun way to kill an hour or two.) That being said, this is your last weekend to see the show and I expect you to be there with bells on!
Oh my God I had the most disturbing dreams last night.
It must be PMS-related. This is not going to be a good month - what with the dreams, and the headache I had all afternoon and evening yesterday - which only grudgingly dissipated after I self-medicated with lots of advil and chocolate.
Anyway, I shall record said dreams here, even though other people's dreams are never as interesting as one's own, right? Skip if you want; or psychoanalyze me, because I don't know what is going on in my subconscious.
Dream the first: I am getting married. We've included some sort of new tradition (oxymoron much?) in the ceremony: before we take our vows, all my former paramours are supposed to kiss me goodbye. I guess this is supposed to be something like my father walking me down the aisle? [By the way, should Yours Truly ever get married, both my parents will be escorting me down the aisle, thankyouverymuch. - Ed.] In the dream said paramours are more numerous than in real life. Also, none of them will kiss me. I can't tell if it's jealousy, or resentment that I'm not marrying them; or if they're just generally repulsed by me. It is absolutely devastating and I wake with a panicky tightness in my chest.
Dream the second: played out like a movie and faded very quickly as I woke. What I remember is two men, in love but hiding their affair for some reason? One is a few years older, and is growing impatient with the arrangement. His lover comes over to his house; there the older man unveils a huge cross with loops of rope around it. He sticks his arms through the loops of rope, stretching out against the cross. He's holding a torch in each hand. Behind him the house is in flames.
Dream the third: This is the worst. I walk into the bathroom of my parents' house in New Mexico. They've bought a new light fixture - it's a small lamp (like a sconce, I guess) hanging in the shower. The shade is shaped like a hibiscus blossom and is made of delicate ruby-red glass. It's maybe the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The shade is a little loose and I affix it more firmly to the wall. I return some time later to find the shade loose again; again I tighten it. Lather, rinse, repeat several times. Finally I return to find the beautiful shade shattered into tiny pieces all over the floor. My feet are bare and I take a few steps before I realize that there's broken glass everywhere. I panic. I can feel shards of glass in my feet and I'm trying not to move, trying to stand as lightly as possible to avoid driving the glass further into my flesh. I hobble to the sink, hoping to wash the glass from my feet; I put a towel on the floor, to stand on. The glass is red and the shards are miniscule; I can't tell what's glass and what's blood.
Anyway, now that we've gotten that out of the way... New TV?
I have to say, I am so far pretty disappointed with the new season's offerings. (Heroes excepted. David Anders back on my TV screen doing a British accent = fabulous. Also, I find it so hilarious that he is about as far from British as possible, yet because of Alias will I guess never be allowed to speak in his normal voice onscreen.) (Oh, and I should also mention HIMYM, because even though the season premiere wasn't one of their best episodes, the Slap Clock had me clapping and Cruising on my couch. Also: Chester A. Arthur, hee!)
So I watched the premiere of Gossip Girl, primarily to get my Kristen Bell fix; though I also remember how awesome season 1 of The OC was, and wondered if Josh Schwartz could duplicate that feat. And... well, I don’t think he has. I suppose it would be fair to give it a chance for a few more episodes, but I don't think I will, because that chance will be going to Bionic Woman (with its own set of problems; of which more below). Gossip Girl is soapy and just too too, but that’s okay; I mean, what else do you expect? No, my main problem with it was the utter ridiculousness of the rooftop scene between - oh, man, I don't even remember their names. Whatever, so the new freshman at school has gone to this party, and the smarmy evil guy has scented fresh meat and moved in - and this guy has "date rapist" written all over him, right? And he asks her to go outside with him, and they're standing on the roof, and he keeps trying to kiss her, and she's clearly not into it. And he's all, "Have a glass of champagne!" And she says, "Okay, just one." And then while he is pouring the bubbly, she takes out her phone and texts her brother something like, "SOS I'm at party help emergency!" And the brother - who, is it just my imagination, or does he look distressingly like Elijah Wood? - is on a date with Serena (look, I remembered a name!), and he shows her the text and says, "It's probably not a big deal." And then he gets another text from his sister, saying that she's with Smarmy Evil and Serena's all, "If it's [Smarmy Evil], it's worse than you think." (Something like that? I was a little unclear on what was happening.) So they go running for the party, and make their way through the crowd to the roof, where Fresh Meat is STILL ON THE ROOF, weakly trying to push Smarmy Evil away.
WTF? WHY would you text your brother to come save you, but STAY UP THERE?!? Why would you not just, like, I don't know, GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS?!?
I mean, I can sort of retcon in my mind by supposing that the door had locked behind them? But then, how would Smarmy Evil get back to the party after he was done molesting Fresh Meat? Is he just going to wait up there all night? Does he have a friend waiting by the door to let him back in? Was his character actually supposed to be on Heroes, and he'll just fly home? No, it still doesn't make sense.
Bionic Woman, on the other hand - this show gets a free pass, because I think the addition of Katee Sackhoff would make any and every show better. (Exec Producers, showrunners, casting agents of the world: I invite you to disprove my theory.) Bionic!Starbuck is delicious. But: first, do they have to Tony Scott-ify the fight scenes into an indecipherable mush of quick cuts? I hated it when they did it on Buffy (the later seasons, I think? 6, maybe?), too. Find a good fight coordinator/choreographer and some actors who can do the work - or a couple of good stunt men, I don't care. I'm hoping this is just a symptom of making a pilot - maybe you're rushed, you don't have the budget, everybody's green; so please, please let the fights improve with time. Please.
Second: Oh my God was the writing terrible, or was the writing terrible? The writing was terrible. I mean the general shape of the episode was good, and there are a lot of intriguing moments and concepts that I'm eager to see developed. The writing shows great promise. But the dialogue! All the characters speak in the same voice - and it's a mannered, unreal voice; not unreal in an aspirational, Veronica Mars, I-wish-I-talked-like-that way, but unreal in a stilted, subtextless, no-one-talks-like-that-for-God's-sake! way. And, again, maybe a lot of that can be chalked up to the facts of a pilot; it's hard to get in all your exposition, establish all your characters and their relationships - especially when you also have to leave room for a lot of crashes and fights and hijinx ensuing. But there's gotta be a more subtle way than: "I'm a bartender, and a dropout. You're a professor-" "And a surgeon." "Exactly! So why are you with me?" I mean, are you serious, Bionic woman? You're really going to film that scene?
The pilot would have benefited from either a little trimming or a longer running time. A 60- or 70-minute pilot, I think, would've given the writers more room to establish the characters' relationships before getting into the Bionic action. But even limited to 40-whatever minutes: couldn't they have, for example, let Jamie's pregnancy (and her boyfriend's knowledge of said knocked-up-ed-ness) be an established fact right from the start? That would have eliminated the horrible dinner scene. Alternatively, did she need to be pregnant at all? Maybe she did, and that'll be developed later in the season. But the "omigod I'm pregnant" combined with the "omigod I've lost several limbs and gained superpowers" - I mean, either of those alone would be enough for a pilot. Cramming both in doesn't really amplify the emotional impact of either; unless they're trying to draw some sort of comparison between your body being 'hijacked' by a fetus, and being 'hijacked' by bionic limbs and anthrocytes. (Is that how you spell it? Because it's not the mineral, right? - I mean, we're not paying homage to an adamantium skeleton or anything?) Anyway, that pregnant/bionic metaphor is clumsy at best. I think the viewers can imagine the trauma of discovering that one's body has been fundamentally altered overnight - we don't need an abortive pregnancy to get us there. Plus, must Jamie now grapple with a miscarriage, on top of a new body and changing identity? That's just over-egging your emotional pudding, no?
But. Like I said: it shows a lot of promise. And I will watch anything in which Katee Sackhoff appears. Anything.
And on to Kid Nation - man, the controversy swirling around this show is just nuts. When I was in Albuquerque last month the newspapers were full of editorials examining CBS's fudging of NM labor laws and what-not. And I'll admit: I haven't watched an entire episode. I was flipping between the pilot and whatever else was on at that time; so I saw bits and pieces. But for what it's worth: I keep seeing ads lauding this show as "the most socially relevant" show on air. OK, first of all, the kids DO NOT set up their own society, as advertised. I missed the very beginning, but I think somehow four or eight were chosen to be the "town council" or something? And then THEY WERE GIVEN DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS TO DIVIDE THE REST OF THE KIDS UP INTO FOUR SEPARATE TEAMS. And then each week they all compete, and there's some hierarchical set-up where the winning team is dubbed the Upper Class and they get a bunch of money to spend and goof off all day, and the second- and third-place teams are Merchants and something else that I can't remember, and they get a little less money and have to, like, work in Ye Authentic Olde West Stores and sell things to the Upper Class. And the team that comes in last are the Laborers and they have to clean and cook for everyone and do all sorts of chores and then they get, like, a couple of nickels to spend.
So, um, it's not like the kids are setting up their own utopia or anything - they are duplicating US society BECAUSE THE PRODUCERS HAVE INSTRUCTED THEM TO DO SO.
I must add that I find it disturbing that - at least from what I've seen - the entire show revolves around getting into the Upper Class so you have more money to spend and can therefore acquire more things. And the kids absolutely accept this - one girl who was (I think) a Laborer and had a few coins to spend, decided that she wanted to buy a bike that cost several dollars. So she stood out in "Main St." dancing for change. (I'm going to interpret this as busking, rather than taking her first steps toward a career as a stripper.) And apparently she managed to buy the bike? So I guess it's good that the kids are generous? (Or willing/able to bribe her not to dance in front of their stores, as one of the Merchants did....)
So, I feel like this show is in fact socially relevant, but maybe not in the way that CBS thinks. And I am a little curious to see if any of the kids will, like, get fed up with the Upper Class/Laborer bullshit and lead a revolution. Because it reminds me of nothing so much as this ridiculous "game" we had to play in my 10th grade history class ("World History since 1800" or thereabouts; also known as "Revolution, Revolution, War, Revolution, War, War") called "Star Power." At the beginning of the game, everyone got an assortment of poker chips, and then during each round you had to trade chips with each other. You were not allowed to make even trades; one person always had to come out behind. After every round, you would count up your chips and be labeled a "Circle" (the richest), a "Square" (the middle class), or a "Triangle" (the poor). The Circles would then get to make a law, which would remain effective for the rest of the game, unless repealed by another law. Lather, rinse, repeat; the class would quickly become polarized into a small group of Circles, a rapidly dwindling set of Squares, and an increasing number of Triangles. The aim was quite clearly to recreate the conditions before the Russian Revolution; eventually the Triangles would start protesting or rebelling. I remember our class rebelling quite spectacularly - probably because our Circles were two widely-loathed football players, and also because one of my classmates used to carry around a roll of duct tape in his backpack for no apparent reason. And also because our teacher - what was his name, omg I cannot remember - trusted us enough to leave the room while we played the game. After a few token attempts at passive, non-violent resistance, we overpowered the Circles, bound them with the aforementioned tape, and left them in an empty classroom down the hall. (We were a class of budding Zapatistas, clearly.) So it would be really refreshing to see the Kid Nation kids grow a collective social conscience and rally around a mini-Mao/Gandhi/Zapata/Che. (Or a mini-Marx/Lenin/Trotsky, I suppose. OMG, how awesome would it be if somehow the last century of Russian history was writ small on Kid Nation? Also, yikes.)
However: the show was also pretty boring. So I don't know if I'll actually keep watching to find out.
I watched Dirty Sexy Money last night mostly out of inertia, actually - I had not planned to watch it, since I resent the fact that the entire internet has been flooded with advertising for the show for the past, like, year. But I was already on the couch; nothing else was on; the voiceover at the top was a pretty effective hook as I flipped channels; and then there was Samaire Armstrong and I thought, "Okay, I'll give it a shot." And wow, is this show soapy. Who needs Gossip Girl anyway, right? But honestly, I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected to. It's got a certain... okay, maybe this is just me going through the darkest stages of Veronica Mars withdrawal (good Lord, how many times am I going to mention that show in this post, anyway?) but - did anyone else get a little VM flavor from Dirty Sexy Money? I mean there are obvious differences, but: the voiceover! The mysteriously dead relative/friend! The outcast who was once more-or-less an insider! The scandals of a moneyed elite! The vowing to track down the murderer! I mean, New York is one hell of a big city but sometimes Manhattan is a very small town.
I guess I'm hooked. All that was missing was, "Nick George: He's a marshmallow."
Here is what I am most eagerly anticipating: Next Friday's FNL premiere. Oh man. I may be holding my breath for the next 8 days.
And now I suppose I should take this opportunity to state for the record that the reviews in my previous post are, of course, entirely my own creation; and also that it is amazing how many varyingly-plausible names can be created from my own. (A fun way to kill an hour or two.) That being said, this is your last weekend to see the show and I expect you to be there with bells on!