Procrastiblog

February 21, 2007

Jump, Jump!

Filed under: Not Tech, TV — Chris @ 3:45 pm

Speaking of sharks, remember when that was a website and not just a cliche? The vast majority of people who bothered to vote seem to think The Gilmore Girls took a wrong turn sometime in the last two seasons (this is ignoring “Never Jumped” voters, who are ignorant pigs).

My own feeling is that the show started to decline in quality around the time that Rory started seriously dating Logan and did a nosedive after she became disillusioned and dropped out of Yale. Which, you’ll recall, was the same time that she started flirting with DAR membership and stopped speaking to Lorelai—a more severe case of misunderstanding your own show’s core appeal I have never seen. It was like sending the cast of ER to spend a summer at the happy puppy farm.

I watch too much TV! It’s embarrassing!

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The Gilmore Girls are Tired

Filed under: Not Tech, TV — Chris @ 1:34 am

Has any show ever fallen farther faster than The Gilmore Girls? What went wrong exactly? Is it just the ineluctable storyline exhaustion of a sixth season? Is it, as Virginia Heffernan claims, the loss of “despotic creator” Amy Sherman-Palladino?

It’s not just the on-again, off-again Luke-Christopher-maybe-Luke-again thrum of Lorelai’s love life or the dreary attraction-dating-marriage-baby death-march of Lane and Zach. It’s not even Rory’s soul-killing romance with a callow trust-fund jerk. It’s just… boring. It’s flat where it used to be spritely. It’s preposterous where it used to quirky. It’s deathly dull and obvious where it used to crackle with intelligence.

And… sputter… I’m a man! I didn’t ever even properly love this show the way it was meant to be loved.

Blah.

I don’t think the show was ever fated to survive Rory’s departure for college. It’s appeal was too much based on the central relationship between Rory and Lorelai to survive their physical separation, even with Rory driving home for an implausibly large number of laundry loads and local dance recitals. There’s too many damn scenes with them yapping on the phone that are cut head shot, head shot, head shot, head shot, “Bye,” “Bye,” click, end scene.

Argh.

In case you can’t tell, I’m typing this while H watches the show against my will.

Gronk.

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