I’ve been watching quite a bit of TV lately. Definitely unhealthy and contributing to my state of discontent, I know. I plan to implement some rules about TV-watching starting tomorrow.
I’ve seen a few things on the tube lately that have been amazing. Here are just a few thoughts.
If you haven’t seen the new 90210, you are missing out. Truly. This show is absolutely amazing. And it’s not just because Jessica Waltersof Arrested Development
fame is in it… though that really helps. This show has a great combination of teenage angst and adult bad behavior that makes a show great. I just saw an episode in which Brenda and Kelly – you know, from the original series – are fighting over a guy. Again. I love it. And the teens on the show are getting more interesting to me as well. And it’s not just because the kid from season 4 of The Wire is in it. Tho that helps too. Anyway, new episodes are starting soon. Set those DVRs.
- Summer Heights High
HC and I share a bad habit of being able to watch episode after episode of a show. We’ve done this with Lost, The Wire, Arrested Development, 3o Rock, Rome, The L Word, etc, etc. On New Year’s Day, we took advantage of not wanting to leave the house by watching the entire season of a Showtime show called Summer Heights High. Set in Australia, this mock-umentary is both hilarious and, at times, offensive. But in a Borat way, so you don’t hate yourself as much for laughing. If you’re looking to wile away the hours, this might be a good one to hit On Demand.
- Yellow Brick Road
AM came over the other day to watch a movie. She has been on a documentary tear doing research and suggested that she bring over the next movie she had in her queue. The documentary was called Yellow Brick Road. It is about a theater group on Long Island for mentally challenged teens and adults that was preparing to put on a performance of The Wizard of Oz. I love The Wizard of Oz (dates back to childhood – nothing I can do about it), but was concerned that, given my mental state, this movie could send me over the edge. But since AM has seen me both on the precipice – and doing a header off said precipice – I figured it would be safe to watch it with her. I can honestly tell you that, if you are feeling down and want a little bit of a reality check, this sweet documentary is just what the documentary ordered. It’s sorta like Young@Heart, the documentary about the old folks in a touring singing group. I swear, that performance of Coldplay’s Fix You was brutal. No way to stop the tears on that one. And I saw that in the theater with SC. G-d, I hate causing a seen in the theater!
- Law & Order and It’s Spawn
Before I went to law school, I loved Law & Order. But once in law school, I just couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t just Law & Order, mind you. It was anything that dealt with the law. See, the law is not as interesting or dramatic as TV and TV writers would have us believe. No. It’s about process and procedure and logic and order. Nothing about process, procedure, logic, and order screams drama. So writers do what writers do – they never let reality stand in the way of a good story (or maybe just AM says this; I’m not sure) and they make the law interesting. While I was studying day in and day out, seeing these inaccuracies in shows like Law & Order drove me nuts. And it wasn’t the worst violator; it just dealt with a lot more substance in each show.
But I digress.
Since being unemployed this time around, I’ve been on a Law & Order kick. I find that it’s good background noise. You know, I can pay attention if I want or totally tune out and it doesn’t really change my enjoyment level. But then I started to run out of Law & Orders that were new (I know, scary) and decided to branch out.
First I tried Law & Order Criminal Intent. That went well for a while, but once the formula became too formulaic (and it happens quickly), I did the thing I thought I’d never do. I turned to Law & Order Special Victims Unit.
Now just a moment on this.
I don’t do scary. I find no enjoyment in being scared. Perhaps it dates back to childhood and how my older cousins used to force me to watch the Freddy Krueger movies and the Halloween movies and the Hitchcock movies and… well, I think you see what I mean. Traumatizing for a kid. I had nightmares about Freddy Krueger for years. And, I gotta be honest, I’m worried that just writing about Freddy Krueger today will mean a tortured night sleep tonight, chock full of nightmares and then sleeplessness. Great.
Anyway, I made a rule – no horror movies. I just couldn’t handle it. But because there is a clear difference between horror movies and scary movies, I didn’t have a full ban.
Yet. No, it would take Silence of the Lambs to ruin all scary movies for me.
Seriously though, what the fuck?! Silence of the Lambs was fucking awful. Don’t get me wrong – the movie itself was excellent. But Jesus-fucking-Christ! I can barely even hear “Put the lotion in the basket” or the name Clarice without wincing. Hell, there was a time that “lotion” or “basket” could set me off.
I can’t even remember the first time I saw the movie. This could be a memory issue or a blocking-out-trauma issue, I don’t know. I feel like it’s possible that I saw the movie in the theater, but I can’t be sure. The only time I can remember seeing it was on a family trip somewhere in a hotel room with my brother – no parents around, I don’t think. We were both hiding under the covers. In the same bed. And we were not all that little when that movie came out.
All this is to say that scary movies had to go too. That or I would never sleep again.
Though you might not think this, Special Victims Unit falls into the category of “scary” for me. With all the raping and abducting and child molesting and whatnot – I just couldn’t do it. Those topics are almost a sure bet that nightmares and/or sleeplessness are in store.
But you see, I was getting to the end of the TV spectrum and was running out of stuff to watch. So I started watching Special Victims Unit. With some rules, of course. (I have a lot of rules, turns out.)
Rule 1 – SVU can ONLY be watched during daylight hours or with someone else.
Rule 2 – If SVU is too off-the-wall scary (violent rape, violent child stuff), I’m out. Immediately turn off TV.
Rule 3 – If the anxiety levels are too high, DO NOT watch.
Rule 3 is a new one because my anxiety levels have been at an all-time high and completely unpredictable. Anxiety + Scary Stuff = Meltdown. Trust me on this one, not a good combo.
But, alas, I am running out of patience for SUV’s formulaic formula as well. I am going to have to find something new to watch. Or starting reading or listening to the radio… G-d help me!