The First Cut is the Deepest

I know this is a tv blog, but I just have to take a minute and say the fire alarms at preschool are an absolute drain. When those little munchkins are supposed to down for naptime but instead are barefoot and shivering outside, wailing because a terrifyingly loud noise woke them up, that really puts a special kind of spin on the rest of your day. Especially when the whole time you’re out there, one little girl is clutching onto her crotch, desperate to pee. Thankfully we were let back inside before any accidents happened, but man. It is 6:30 and I am down for the count. I may have just had a day off yesterday, but I am already sorely in need of another.

I don’t know about you, but I spent my Veteran’s Day holed up in my house in my pjs with nothing around me but cocoa, soup, craft projects, and hulu. And it was awesome. I have finally started this season of Arrow. I have caught up with iZombie. And I’ve made my cuts for the season.

It turns out, I have a bit of a problem with letting go. I don’t do it very well. I really struggle with actually breaking up with a show. Half the time, I’ll quit a show halfway through its run – with real, legitimate reasons for not getting enjoyment out of the show – and then like half a season later, that show is back on my catch-up list. And new shows are no different. I make a list before the season starts of all the shows I’m interested in, and then even if I never watch them or watch and don’t like them, there’s this lingering feeling of wanting to try again.

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AHS Hotel: Show Me Your Teeth

hotelOn Wednesday night, I made a mistake. I made a mistake and I decided to watch the new premiere of American Horror Story as it aired, right before going to bed. Mistake. I ended up having to watch an old episode of The Vicar of Dibly (the most delightfully inoffensive, weird little British show imaginable) in order to cleanse my palate and be able to close my eyes without seeing that one guy whose eyes and tongue had been cut out. Body mutilation like that is definitely not my thing and I had some trouble getting passed it.

There is a little part of me that’s cringing that I’m watching this season. Seeing as I’ve actually never seen any of the earlier seasons. I keep meaning to, but never get to it. And since it’s such an anthology series (and I’ve loved Matt Bomer since he was Bryce Larkin on Chuck) I finally decided to dive in in the middle and give it a go. But it still hurts my heart a little when I really think about it.

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Grace and Frankie: A Gay Old Time

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I know it’s been going on for a few years now, but I’m still not sure I’m totally on board with the whole streaming services offering each season of their shows in one big chunk. I mean, on the one hand I do love binge watching. I had a good bit of free time this past week, not to mention it’s just too hot (seriously, record temperatures here in Seattle) to do anything, so I managed to watch the first season of both Bloodline and Grace and Frankie in the span of about four days. But on the other hand, I’m now saturated in both shows. I’m in it, you know, I’m invested. And now I have to wait almost a year before there’s more. That’s just such a long time to wait after having such a short burst of investment. I like both shows, sure, but am I going to care all that much in a years’ time? This worked out for me when it comes to Orange is the New Black. I got excited for both Season Two and Three when they came around. On the other hand, I haven’t watched past Season One of House of Cards. So I guess we’ll see…

In the meantime, while I’m still in my Grace and Frankie saturation bubble, let’s talk about what I loved most about this new show.

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Wayward Pines: It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

wayward pinesIt’s funny, I read some reviews of the pilot for this series before I watched it myself, and many of them complained of slow, repetitive pacing. Well, maybe I had the advantage by watching the first three episode is one sitting, but slow is not exactly the word I would use. Repetitive perhaps, what with the amount of times Ethan’s wife wavers between wondering if he’s dead or with “that woman,” or maybe with how many times the sheriff makes it clear that this is his town. But definitely not slow.

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