I’ve recently become a TV junkie. Not to say that I wasn’t before, just that I was taking an… extended break. Perhaps this was due to being at college, with no easily-accesible television. But in the past few weeks, I’ve discovered my long-lost friend. From a variety of sources. Hulu is a project (unfortunately only in invitation-only beta at the moment, although you can easily request an invite) which is taking the streaming media (legally!) from all of the major networks’ individual sites, and compiling it all in one place and one player for easy access. This was the first stage of my descent into darkness. I have always been a big fan of Joss Whedon; I loved Firefly and liked Serenity a lot, but I had not really seen much of his first masterwork— Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Hulu, thankfully, had the first season, which called to me when I should have been studying. So I watched it. And then the second season, out on loan from my college library’s astounding collection of DVDs. And the third is on call. Needless to say, I grew very fond of this show very quickly. It was moving at times, clever and funny always, and had demons. I mean, what more can you ask for? So Whedon has not let me down.
But what, you might ask (please do, or else this paragraph makes no sense), are you doing while waiting for the next season to arrive on DVD? Well, I’m glad you asked that (See? That would be weird, if you hadn’t asked), because what an answer I have for you. First of all, this disease of mine seems to be catching. Also to postpone studying, (this is a common trend at college) my roommate took out the first available season of the X-Files from the library. This is something I used to watch a lot. It was always on just after I got home from school, and the added tingle of it being something my parents had once forbade me from watching just pushed it into a daily tradition. Week-daily, that is.
But that’s not all. Partially in preparation for seeing Cloverfield (which I saw tonight and will review sometime soon), and partially just because I was interested, I started watching J.J. Abrams’ Lost online, linked from the wonderful (but much much less legal) compilation site Alluc (that’s pronounced All-you-see. Get it?) And I’m hooked. Although, I don’t know how long that will last. I’ve heard that it gets disappointing after a while, as nothing is ever really revealed, and new mysteries keep showing up. I’ve also read that even the producers and writers don’t really know where it’s going, which is not an endorsement. But it’s fun, for the time being. It’s also interesting, because there are huge amounts of main characters. Something like 9 or 10, but you know their names, some of their stories, and you care about them. It’s hard for a show to make you feel for more than one or two, but Lost succeeds.
And so a final point: It’s interesting that so many shows these days are known for their producers: Joss Whedon’s Buffy and Firefly, J.J. Abrams’ Lost, and… well that’s all I can think of right now. But I guess it’s a good thing. Now we can say that we know who is responsible for the shows we know and love.
So that’s been my life recently. But don’t worry, I’m still working my way through Dickens’ Great Expectations at a rapid pace. Culture isn’t completely lost on me. Although I do like it less than I have his other works that I have read and loved (namely Bleak House and Hard Times). Is that normal? Also, I just voted. So that little internal conflict is over. Obama it is! Er, was. (Or was it? I guess I shouldn’t say these things in the open. Does it matter?)
And the title of the post is stolen from the literal meaning of television. Why? Because I couldn’t think of anything more clever. Sorry guys.
EDIT: ABC.com has almost all of their shows in HD streaming, with no ads. So, that’s awesome. I’ve switched to watching Lost there. Check it out!