Comfort food for the eyeballs
I've been kind of burning through the TV boxed sets I own in this time of summer non-television. Deadwood just ended its first season (another great series from HBO) and Six Feet Under is just gearing up, but that still leaves a pretty vast wasteland in between nightly airings of The Daily Show. So when I'm not catching up on giant monster movies I should have watched long ago, Christina and I watch re-runs via DVD.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer season four was perhaps not the series shining moment plot-wise (that award would almost have to go to season three), but the character development proved that Buffy could survive beyond high school. The deterioration of Willow's relationship with Oz was heartbreaking, but at the same time it was heartening to see the writers treat her love affair with Tara seriously and with as much (if not more) tenderness as any other relationship on the show. Though I must admit that stuttering business gets kind of old. More on the Initiative and all that later, when we finish the season.
The West Wing season two proves that the first season was no fluke, and that Aaron Sorkin is one of the smartest people writing in television. As if we needed further proof after Sports Night, but who's complaining? More importantly, this show reminds us that patriotism is usually least understood by those who profess to it the most, and that maybe this country has a chance in hell after all. Never mind that we'd never get so lucky as to have people this smart or compassionate in the actual White House. Sure, it's fantasy, but what a fantasy.
I'm mulling over picking up the most recent Simpsons and Sex and the City sets, but I have more than enough fodder for a while, and at some point I'm going to have to knock it off and devote more time to the new book -- an official announcement of which, by the way, is forthcoming.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer season four was perhaps not the series shining moment plot-wise (that award would almost have to go to season three), but the character development proved that Buffy could survive beyond high school. The deterioration of Willow's relationship with Oz was heartbreaking, but at the same time it was heartening to see the writers treat her love affair with Tara seriously and with as much (if not more) tenderness as any other relationship on the show. Though I must admit that stuttering business gets kind of old. More on the Initiative and all that later, when we finish the season.
The West Wing season two proves that the first season was no fluke, and that Aaron Sorkin is one of the smartest people writing in television. As if we needed further proof after Sports Night, but who's complaining? More importantly, this show reminds us that patriotism is usually least understood by those who profess to it the most, and that maybe this country has a chance in hell after all. Never mind that we'd never get so lucky as to have people this smart or compassionate in the actual White House. Sure, it's fantasy, but what a fantasy.
I'm mulling over picking up the most recent Simpsons and Sex and the City sets, but I have more than enough fodder for a while, and at some point I'm going to have to knock it off and devote more time to the new book -- an official announcement of which, by the way, is forthcoming.
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