Since I am a TV writer, even if Not Quite Yet Employed As Such, it's high time I opined – Pontificated, even – about the new television season. My observations, forthwith:
(Well, not quite forthwith: lest anyone reading this be of the "I don't own a TV; TV is a waste of my valuable time" ilk, you've come to the wrong blog. TV is Art. A glorious mongrel fusion of the high and the lowbrow. Some of the smartest people alive today are making great TV – TV for the ages. I bow down before them. Fear Factor, I'm not talking about you.)
Best New Series: Ugly Betty. An utter delight for the senses and the sensibilities.
Grossest New Series: Dexter. Gore aplenty. I wonder, though, how the audience can invest emotionally in a guy with no emotions. His plucky foster sister deserves better. And I know they call it "acting," but it'll take a minute to buy Michael C. Hall as a straight man after he rocked 6FU's tormented David for years.
Coolest New Series: Heroes. An impending nuclear apocalypse. A bunch of unlikely superheroes in a race against the clock. I must admit, I can't wait for the next episode.
Best Returning Series: Weeds (also wins for Most Babelicious Leading Lady – that skin! those eyes!). Honorable Mentions: House and Bones.
Oh, how I miss Six Feet Under. That, my friends, was Appointment Television. As was the dearly departed Huff, often for the over-the-top Oliver Platt alone. Is it too late for a Save Huff campaign? I await with bated breath the return of the brilliant The Closer and Saved. I’m even kind of looking forward to a new bout of dyke drama on The L Word. Excuse me, I mean the l word. Let’s just hope that they’ve ditched the World’s Worst Theme Song.
And to take a leaf from Jane Espenson's estimable book, I will now digress and talk about my lunch. I was all set to force down a frozen Lean Cuisine, but something in me rebelled. As Lisa memorably exclaimed in an episode of Six Feet Under, "My humanity just rose up!" Instead I ate a juicy turkey burger oozing with ketchup, mayo, pickles and avocado, with a side of giant, hot steak fries and a large, icy diet coke. A four-napkin lunch. I'm telling ya. Human beings will never settle for swallowing pellets, no matter what those sci-fi freaks say.
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I keep seeing the ad for "Dexter" with "Sympathy for the Devil" playing in the background, which is manipulative and sadly effective...a nice formulaic edgy ad. While I have no problem with gore, I'm bored by the name (there's a brand of "work shoe" called Dexter) and the guy in the lead role, while he could be creepy enough, isn't sexy to me. I like my serial killers sexy, ala Bundy. This Dexter guy, I don't know if I'd open my door for him.
Besides, looking at this actor reminds me of his role on "Six Feet Under", a show I loved, but I hated it when he sang. I know he probably had a technically good voice and all, but it got on my nerves.
Still...I'm weirdly intrigued. Is the character really a serial killer? Is he at large or does he work with the police? I know, I know...I'm slow.
I had free Showtime this weekend and I watched "Dexter". I liked it. It's gory and creepy, and he's a vengeful motherfucker, like me, although no, I'm not a serial killer.
Then again, I was raised by a mother who read every "true crime" book there is. The only one that "got to her", however, was one I gave her a few years ago..."In Cold Blood".
Yet another self-indulgent response,
Michelle
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