February 04, 2003 :: 9:33 p.m.
something soothingly akin to having one's teeth drilled
Today, my George Carlin desk calendar asks: "Wouldn't it be great if you could make a guy's head explode by just looking at him?" And I reply: "Ah, George, you read my mind."
I'm going to find the people responsible for the recent bastardization of my favorite show in the entire universe (Buffy, for the unenlightened or very slow) and kill them in slow and horrible ways. Because dammit, people, WHY? Why do you have to go and fuck up something so great? It's disgusting. And Joss, buddy, I'm looking at you. It's your fault. You ran off to pour your little heart into other, less marvelous things, most recently Firefly, which, in case you haven't noticed, has been extremely cancelled. It was good and all, but I just feel the need to drive that point home. You left Marti Noxon in charge, and then all of your writers degenerated into drooling, brain dead lumps of gristle who apparently have never watched the show, nor do they remember any of the things that they wrote for it. And now your behind-the-scenes crew has joined the ranks of the deeply stupid - the direction? The lighting? The makeup? The sound? Seriously, it's fucking ridiculous. But all the technical difficulties in the world can be overlooked if there's a solid, well-written episode underneath. Too bad there isn't.
What happened to continuity? Witty dialogue? The character I used to love? Was it really necessary to suck out every hint of their old, likeable personalities and then replace them with stiff, unfamiliar pod people? This is SEASON SEVEN, folks. This is not the time to play with characterization and mythology, or introduce a bunch of new characters and then spend the entire first half of what will likely be the last season focusing on them instead of on the central cast, who we know, like, and are emotionally invested in. This is the time to explore said central cast and the world that you've spent the last six and a half seasons creating for them. The First? It could've worked. It could've been interesting, truly. But what you've made of it is truly embarrassing.
Just when I thought Evil Willow was as bad as it could get, along comes an apparently invincible evil. The evil from which all other evil is born. And yet it's apparently has the IQ of a rotting banana peel and the motivation of, well, me (read: none at all). It's in remission? From what - all the random, senseless killing that it didn't do? It sent its minions after some potential slayers (and I'm not even going to get started on that waste-of-airtime storyline). It sent the "UberVamp" after Buffy. Dude, he was tiny and only threatening if you're a Slayer who has temporarily forgotten that she own a large variety of pointy weapons. It pulled Spike's strings a bit, and then tortured him in the stupidest way imaginable. "Hey, this guy doesn't need to breathe - let's hold his head underwater and cause him mild discomfort at best!" That's the evil threatening Sunnydale? Pfft.
And The Initiative? WTF? If I recall correctly, and I definitely do, it was all set to be filled with concrete and completely wiped from the records at the end of Season Four. So what's with the pretty much intact Initiative, not to mention the rotting corpses strewn all over the place? Concrete doesn't deteriorate in two and a half years, scholars. Oh, and here's a hint - the chick playing Kennedy? Can't act. At all, in any way. She and Willow have about as much chemistry as a piece of cardboard. Again, read: none.
Yes, I realize that it's a TV show. But it's just really sad to watch something that has such an incredible history go completely fucking down the drain when it should be building up to the finale to end all finales. GRRR.
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