Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts

2.04.2009

Hiatus



So, this whole blogging thing hasn't worked out quite like I planned. I've lost all but 1 of the original team members, and I'm starting to feel overwhelmed. Additionally, what happened after I began my career in the music industry has repeated itself here -- blogging about TV has actually made me enjoy TV less. I will be taking a brief hiatus in order to regroup and think about what I want to achieve with this blog, then will (hopefully) come back stronger, and with a redesign. In the meantime, however, Hans Blix has expressed interest in continuing to write about Lost. So stay tuned, and thanks for sticking with us.

Also, after last night's Fringe I've decided that Astrid is bad news.

And maybe Charlie is too.

1.23.2009

DTV

While I have no doubt that SDYW readers are well-informed, I thought I'd post this news item from the Washington Post:

Obama Urges Delay In Digital TV Switch

Personally I hope that it is delayed, as I still have not decided which TV to buy. I'm paralyzed by choice, and by conflicting recommendations. Grrrr.

11.14.2008

P.S., I'm a genius.

To find out why, click here. But be warned, spoilers for a recently-canceled show that I used to blog about lie ahead.

Thanks to Lainey for the info!

8.19.2008

My new TV crush.



Blame Alligator for this; she's the one who convinced me to buy Greek.

8.06.2008

Um, what?!?!



This post may make some of you think I am insane, but in reality I just have a fantastic memory when it comes to certain things.

Recently I started watching the (supposedly) acclaimed Showtime series Californication. I am not a fan. But that's not the point.

The point is, as I was watching it I heard David Duchovny utter the line, "It was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, and harsh lessons learned." And my brain did this weird little skip, because I KNEW I had heard it before. I thought about it a little, and finally decided figured out that it was on Dawson's Creek, near the end of the show. So I bust out my trusty DC DVDs, and sure enough: Katie Holmes says the exact same line in "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road," the second-to-last episode of the hit teen show.

WTF?

Then I realize something else is familiar. Tom Kapinos, the creator of Californication, was an executive producer for Dawson's Creek. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me. Thoughts?

2.25.2008

$120,000 worth of feminist theory, down the drain…



Ed. note: please welcome new blogger Sexy Bacon!

Maybe it’s because I minored in Women’s Studies instead of committing to the full blown major. Maybe it’s because I didn’t read Judith Butler to the point that I ever really understood her. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t breastfed. The road to hell is paved with maybes (I know, I know, it’s good intentions, but that doesn’t really work with what I’m saying). Anyway, my road to hell is paved with a genuine love for Rescue Me -- misogyny, gender stereotypes, and all.

So I’m a bit of a crammer when it comes to TV on DVD. As in, six seasons of Alias? No problem, just give me a month! And a measly three seasons of Rescue Me? Pshaw, I’ll get back to you in two weeks!

Well, my friends, that two weeks is up, so let’s just cut to the chase here—who on God’s green earth would have thunk that my reaction to a fairly violent rape scene could be, “yeah, but you could tell she was kind of into it.”

Thus sums up my utter confusion: why exactly do I adore these completely messed-up, misogynistic, beefsteak specimens of all our society deems masculine? To be fair, they are all fairly complex characters in their own right, dealing with heavy shit—911 losses, family expectations, addiction of all sorts, divorce, death, not to mention risking life and limb on a daily basis. And they’re freakin’ hilarious. But across the board, their interactions/relationships with women are completely messed up and stereotypically gendered—from Franco, who goes out every night to get laid (“go at it like an oil rig,” as he puts it); to Lou, who is taken for all he’s worth by a conniving prostitute; to Sean, who falls for the meanest woman alive; to Tommy who, well, rapes his ex-wife, among other things.

And the ladies, the ladies, the ladies—don’t get me started. They’re no better—manipulative, demanding, at times shrewish, oftentimes whoreish, in very predictable ways. When you look at these characters’ actions, across the board, they fall into every tired old gender stereotype in the book.

So what, dear reader, is so appealing? We might just have to write it off to that certain je ne sais pas. Could be the acting—something about the way the actor who plays Sheila (Callie Thorne) still manages to make her so incredibly touching and endearing, even when she drugs Tommy (who is in recovery) in order to talk at him for hours, rape him, and destroy his house. Could be the writing—dealing with topics that explore the darkest sides of human nature while still managing to draw laughs.

Whatever it is, Rescue Me is not amazing in spite of its take on gender—it’s amazing because of it. Developing characters, stories, and dialogue that feed into and showcase all of these gender roles and interactions in very real ways, then exploring them not overtly but in ways so subtle that it’s difficult to even identify where it happens—brilliant.

And I don’t care what you say, that rape scene was kinda hot.