Oh, television. You bastard.
So, okay, I have a TV show. I mean, a TV show I now have to watch. This was totally unplanned.
People have been telling me for months to watch this or that -- Dollhouse, usually -- and I've been insisting that I just don't watch fictional episodic television anymore. Everything I watch gets cancelled or starts to suck eventually, so I would only watch something that had already been canceled. So I couldn't kill it. Plus, I would start watching it, and then something shiny would come along and I'd stop, and then I'm just left with one more unfinished task in my life, like, I can't even get past season two of Angel, how am I ever going to get a new job?
Anyway, Neil made me watch Reservoir Dogs last weekend because I'd never seen it and he's British so he thinks it's the Best Thing Ever. (Which is kind of true.) And I discovered Tim Roth -- which is weird because I've seen a bunch of his movies, and in fact watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead over and over again during my Gary Oldman phase -- but this was his movie, this movie and poor, heroic, doomed Mr. Orange. And now I luff him and must watch everything that he does. Except for Planet of the Apes, because, dude. That's a shitty movie. Actually -- no, actually, I'll post sometime about the awesome disappointment that was Tim Burton's Planet of the Apes, but another time. The point is, now I've got this jones for Tim Roth movies, and I noticed he was on a recent TV show that Hulu conveniently has a half-dozen episodes of, Lie to Me.
So I glanced at the IMDb for this show and one of the top news stories listed on its page was about the shows that were canceled at the end of the season and I was like, well, just maybe one or two. I'm sure it sucks; everything on TV does these days. And it's finite, so if it doesn't suck I can lament it, but can't kill it.
So first of all, it's actually not that bad. It's got serious first-season-itis -- who am I? why am I here? -- it seems to say. But it's not bad. But Kelli Williams is surprisingly good -- blessedly sans bitchface, which she pretty much had through the whole of The Practice -- and Roth is delightful, of course. The writing isn't fabulous, but it's not bad, and the supporting cast is, by and large, a little bit better than that of, say, CSI : Miami. I mean, totally interchangeable with, but still better than.
Also, turns out it got renewed for the fall. Although with me watching, that can't last.
The point is: I seriously have to get a life before next season or I'm inevitably going to go all fangirly about this and I am so over that.
People have been telling me for months to watch this or that -- Dollhouse, usually -- and I've been insisting that I just don't watch fictional episodic television anymore. Everything I watch gets cancelled or starts to suck eventually, so I would only watch something that had already been canceled. So I couldn't kill it. Plus, I would start watching it, and then something shiny would come along and I'd stop, and then I'm just left with one more unfinished task in my life, like, I can't even get past season two of Angel, how am I ever going to get a new job?
Anyway, Neil made me watch Reservoir Dogs last weekend because I'd never seen it and he's British so he thinks it's the Best Thing Ever. (Which is kind of true.) And I discovered Tim Roth -- which is weird because I've seen a bunch of his movies, and in fact watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead over and over again during my Gary Oldman phase -- but this was his movie, this movie and poor, heroic, doomed Mr. Orange. And now I luff him and must watch everything that he does. Except for Planet of the Apes, because, dude. That's a shitty movie. Actually -- no, actually, I'll post sometime about the awesome disappointment that was Tim Burton's Planet of the Apes, but another time. The point is, now I've got this jones for Tim Roth movies, and I noticed he was on a recent TV show that Hulu conveniently has a half-dozen episodes of, Lie to Me.
So I glanced at the IMDb for this show and one of the top news stories listed on its page was about the shows that were canceled at the end of the season and I was like, well, just maybe one or two. I'm sure it sucks; everything on TV does these days. And it's finite, so if it doesn't suck I can lament it, but can't kill it.
So first of all, it's actually not that bad. It's got serious first-season-itis -- who am I? why am I here? -- it seems to say. But it's not bad. But Kelli Williams is surprisingly good -- blessedly sans bitchface, which she pretty much had through the whole of The Practice -- and Roth is delightful, of course. The writing isn't fabulous, but it's not bad, and the supporting cast is, by and large, a little bit better than that of, say, CSI : Miami. I mean, totally interchangeable with, but still better than.
Also, turns out it got renewed for the fall. Although with me watching, that can't last.
The point is: I seriously have to get a life before next season or I'm inevitably going to go all fangirly about this and I am so over that.