Tonight’s two-parter took some decompression. Louie isn’t the kind of show you can just watch and turn your mind off to. People compare him to Fellini, and I guess that’s true, but only because I have no idea what Fellini’s gimmicks are so I’m taking their word for it. Did that make me sound smart?
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There’s something about the way women swoon over gay relationships on television. Shameless has drawn a great deal of romantic attention for Mickey and Ian’s tumultuous affair. Whole Tumblrs are devoted to their moments together. I cannot help but wonder why I, and so many other women, are drawn to what is objectively a damaged and abusive love-affair constructed from internalized homophobia and slowly loosening repression. I have to wonder if observance of tortured gay relationships provides a means of satisfying a deeper desire for male tenderness while only proximally experiencing the abuses of that relationship. It makes me think back to the last Showtime-based gay relationship that ever got this dark: Queer as Folk’s Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor.
The current cyclical release standard of television shows is becoming obsolete. More and more people are signing up for services like Netflix and Hulu Plus to watch entire multi-season runs of shows all in a few sittings. Online streaming sites are showing full seasons of shows from servers located across the world. Bittorrent sites offer shows in single season or multi-season torrent packs. These methods of television consumption are becoming preferable now. The only question is, can the entertainment industry keep up?
When The Big Bang Theory started six years ago, it was a landmark for television content. For once, comedy show focused on the lives of true self-identified nerds absorbed in the realm of science, and the comedy revolved around the celebration, instead of abuse, of geekiness. We came close with characters like John Dorian and actors like Seth Green, but something in The Big Bang Theory had hit the nail on the head by inspiring us to both celebrate and laugh with our favorite nerdfolk. But somewhere along the way, probably shortly after the pilot, Chuck Lorre and the team of writers realized that it is still easier to make fun of nerds instead of celebrating them, and now, The Big Bang Theory is a giant pile of worthless crap. Allow me to explain why.
If last Thursday was October 19th, that’s obviously makes tonight October 31st in Community land. And not unlike the real Halloween, I’ve consumed alcohol and I am sitting in my bedroom mostly unclothed and eating holiday-shaped chocolates. If you smash heart shaped chocolates on hard surfaces, they kind of look like pumpkins without stems. Anyway, I come bearing good news: tonight’s episode of Community was a significant improvement over last week’s premiere, and I can tell you why if you don’t mind a few spoilers.
You’d think Overeaters Anonymous meetings and a few good food choices might help the two principal characters on the show drop at least a few pounds over two years. Alas, this is not the case for Mike and Molly, because good decisions are hard to come by.
People like messed up humor for a reason. We need safe ways to satisfy our darker impulses. Daniel Tosh’s humor specifically services this need. Making jokes about being an a morally-decrepit asshole is why he is a success. The fact that he’s a success is why it wasn’t wrong for him to make that rape joke.
Every time I look at you, an LCD Soundsystem song plays in my heart.
I am Hannah Horvath.
I am a creative woman in my twenties who lives in New York. I am a young woman who was molded by the protective and imaginary environment known as “College.” I was told to go forth and create amazing works and be the dream I paid thousands of dollars for. I am currently in a situation that forces me to be thriftier than I ever have before. My sexual history is an erratic mashup of dissatisfying and ultimately awkward sexual and romantic encounters. I am often focused on whether or not people like me instead of figuring out whether or not I like I really like them. I have the grandiose belief that I am the voice of my generation. I have no independent confirmation of this belief. My clothes wear me more than I wear my clothes. I am aware of my attractiveness yet hateful of its faults. I am self-absorbed. I am an idiot.
I am not a purist. I should define what I think a purist is. To me a purist is someone who always believes the original is better than the remake, and that some things are sacred and should never be changed. A movie purist is someone who believes the new Star Trek wasn’t good because it wasn’t campy. A television purist is the guy who thought House M.D. jumped the shark when the original team left at the end of season 3. It wasn’t. It was when Kutner killed himself so Kal Penn could work in politics. Anyway, purists think the book is always better than the movie. That all cover songs are bad, or at least not as good as the originals. Or maybe that changing the opening credits signals the beginning of a show’s downfall, or losing a principal character is a death sentence. I’ve fallen into the trap of believing these things, but not anymore.