starvinbohemian

Yes, I have indeed spent the past few weeks catching up with what everyone else is or has already been watching.

I've begun watching Mad Men, Dexter S2, Pushing Daisies, and Battlestar Galactica. I'm a disc or two into all of the above, and so far all appear to be excellent. Though, I could do with less misogyny (MM), Lilah (D2), and dissing on Olive (PD). Oh, and I'll add How I Met Your Mother to that list, but I'm marking it down as "just okay." It's better than most situational sitcoms, but I don't generally like situational sitcoms (no, not even Friends), so... yeah.

I acknowledge Mad Men's brilliance and will definitely continue with it, but I admit to struggling with the fact that I hate pretty much every character. And while I understand that two of the show's major strengths are the subtlety and languid pacing, it's forced me to realize that I'm just too ingrained with the now-now-show-me-now mentality of my generation to genuinely appreciate those "strengths" beyond the concept of them. In other words, my mind wanders a lot. Much rewinding.

I hesitated on watching season two of Dexter because season one was so unbelievably amazing (especially the last few episodes) that I didn't think s2 could do anything but go downhill. Glad I was wrong. But nothing could ever be as good as those last few episodes. For srs.

Pushing Daisies is darling, but for some ridiculous reason I keep balking against the overtness of Ned/Chuck. I know I'm supposed to like them and root for them, and I genuinely don't know why I'm not. Possibly because I instinctively identified and sided with Olive? Don't know.

I had to watch BG once and for all after even my professor insisted that this show is amazing. But it's frustrating me, because my mind keeps wandering away (usually during technical or battle scenes) only to be forced back by something awesome happening. Granted, I'm only through the mini series, so perhaps it won't be so bad when it's not a straight four hours. Unsurprisingly, Gaius Baltar is probably going to be this show for me, much as the Petrelli brothers are Heroes. I love my pretty assholes, yes, I do.