I finished watching Sports Night, which I still desperately love. But I'm also mature enough to admit now that the second season was so much weaker than the first one. It has its moments, and it certainly has other qualities which I find important in a show and which may have been missing in season 1, but somehow it never felt "right". It's like they were suddenly trying to turn the 22 minutes comedy format into serious drama, and that didn't work. Actually, it was way more dramatic before they were trying. It got a lot better after Dana and Casey were finally through with the incredibly stupid dating plan, that I had forgotten all about. I wish it had stayed that way. And my love for Jeremy grew even more during season 2, which I truly didn't think possible seeing how much I loved him in season 1 already.
Anyway, now that I'm done watching Sports Night, I have finally, FINALLY started to watch Supernatural again. Oh, I'm so excited! My heart is alredy breaking just thinking about all the pretty boys in pain! (yes, I'm in it for the pain. And the prettiness. it's the prefect combination)
So, my history of watching SPN goes something like this:
- watched first episodes and thought they sucked
- watched more episodes and thought it got better
- suddenly found herself really liking the show but pretending that she was still not a "fan"
- kept on watching - watched first episodes again, but still wasn't too convinced, didn't rewatch season 2 because of sudden and incurable Magnificent Seven obsession (it happens)
- kept on watching (season 2)
- finally admitted to herself that she was hopelessly in love with the show and that she can very well be fan without having the urge to slash the pretty boys
- discovered J2
- kept on watching and loving in the comforting knowledge that she could watch, love AND get her slash-kick without having to compromise her oh-so-high-morals (sigh)
- has not yet had time to rewatch season 2 or 3! Tries to cure this intolerable situation for MONTHS, but gets distracted by Due South, NCIS, Dark Angel and Sports Night!
- NEEDS HELPS! (and possibly therapy, if only to stop her from talking about herself in the third person)
Well, I'm glad to say that I have now managed to start rewatching Supernatural without any outside help, and, even more glad, to announce that the first two episodes did NOT suck! And it only took four years of show to make me see them in a light that does not make them suck! Because now, it's all about them. Who cares that the girl in Wendigo is still the worst b-movie actress ever, it's all about Sam and Dean and OMG Jeffrey Dean Morgan whom I had a completely inappropriate and not-work-safe dream about last night, and I never dream about actors, and he hasn't even been IN the show yet. (not really), so what's up with that?
I still think that the pilot episode would have been better as a flashback later in the show, when we had gotten to know Sam and Dean, because once you know them, you cannot help but enjoy everything they do, if only because they look good while doing it. Without knowing them, the bad writing of the pilot was kind of hard to get through the first time.
Things I noticed while rewatching the Pilot and Wendigo:
- Sam and his girlfriend do not cuddle. I don't know what this says, but I noticed that they were lying with their backs to each other. I'm a manic cuddler, so I don't know if this is normal behaviour for normal people. Just noticing.
- When Dean says "I'm 26!" to Sam in the pilot, I got a sudden urge to slap on some more anti-age cream (Moisturize me! Moisturize me!). If Dean was 26 in the Pilot, that means I was 26 in the Pilot, because I'm thirty now (ok, 31, but only just), and the shows been on for four years. And when I was 26, I was YOUNG. I distinctly remember being YOUNG. I am not young anymore. I don't feel young anymore. However, I'm still watching SPN, and they are still young and pretty, so maybe I am too, or maybe not, and if I'm not, what did I do wrong that I'm not and they are?
Oh, right, I became a lawyer. You'd think that being a lawyer would be better for the teint than demon hunting, but apparently you'd be wrong.
- When the third guy is taken from the tent in Wendigo, I knew that the Wendigo would come and tear the tent. I knew. I still jumped about two feet in the air, screamed and almost got a heart attack. Then I fell asleep on the couch because I wasn't quite sure what was hiding outside the living room door. Remind me again why it was a good idea to rewatch Supernatural, alone, at night, in my lonely appartment?
(ETA: I apologize for the weird format of some of my last entries, including this one. I'm posting via email, and apparently that adds line breaks where there shouldn't be any. I'll try to fix this manually when I come home tonight)