My unpopular fandom opinions:
Sam is far and away my favorite West Wing character. I thought he was interesting and well-layered and endearing, and I am still bitter about the way his 'exit' was handled. I know it's a bit of a WW tradition to handle exits poorly, but I thought Sam deserved better than the lame-ass one he got.
I find the idea of CJ/Sam phenomenally sexy.
Sometimes I can't decide whether I want Lorelai to be with Luke or with Christopher.
Dean is the only one of Rory's boyfriends that I've liked. I think Jess was a jerk and I think Logan is pretty much a jerk too, just a much whinier one.
I don't get the big deal about Lost or Desperate Housewives.
I very much enjoyed the LotR trilogy, and yet I still think it's way, way overrated.
I find myself sometimes watching Dawson's Creek, and then I'm always disgusted with myself afterward, because I've come to the conclusion that I don't like the show. I think the dialogue was pretentious and awkward and implausible, and the characters were affected and annoying. I like Pacey quite a bit, but there ends my affection.
And that's all I can think of for now. I'm positive I have more, but I'm brain-dead at the moment.
One random thing about Gilmore Girls: When Kirk did his interpretive dance to that ominous, chanty-type music? Twenty bucks says I was one of about ten people to know what the hell that piece of music was. It's called "The Hopi Prophecies" and it's from this film--Koyaanisqatsi, which means "Life out of balance." It's a documentary-slash-art film that my dad absolutely LOVES. He caught it one night on the PBS affiliate in Anchorage, and he recorded it, and he watched it endlessly, and that freakin' music HAUNTED me as a child. Because if you hear it once, it gets stuck in your head, but if you hear it over and over again, especially at night when you're trying to sleep, then it's with you forever and all you have to do is say "Koyaanisqatsi" and watch me cringe.
But then my mom 'accidentally' recorded over the tape, and my dad searched for the movie for about fifteen years, and finally found it on DVD last year. So now that music is haunting my younger sisters instead of me. I've been lucky enough to go the past fifteen years without having to hear it (except in my nightmares), and then I turn on GG, and there it is? Koyaanisqatsi...Koyaanisqatsi...
I swear, I thought my dad was the only person in the world who had heard of that film.
I know GG can get obscure, but really...Did they need to dig into traumas from my childhood?