With the figure of the “shipper” being mainstream and the involvement of writers and showrunners with the fans that invest in their shows, we have reached a situation where fans have no filter when it comes to demanding and asking from writers. The fourth wall has been broken and though the sometimes entitled and violent behavior from fans is unacceptable, it is unfortunate that the writers decide to fight back with regrettable affirmations such as the standard excuse for shippers: “this show is not about relationships.”
I have expressed before that I am a shipper, and I am not ashamed of it. I like romance, I like the idea of two people finding friendship and comfort on each other. I have, occassionally, enjoyed toxic relationships based on chemistry alone. I like the angst, I like the waiting, I like the finding other people to talk through the pain of your “OTP” not getting together. I like reading fanfiction. It’s one of my favorite parts of being invested on television.
Do I watch television only because of the romantic relationships? No. But do I find them a plus in shows I enjoy? Yes.
This blog post, however, is more than about romantic relationships. It’s about the insistence that human interaction is not a vital part of every single show we watch on television, when truly, it is entirely the reason why these shows exist. Continue reading “This show is not about relationships” MEEEC, WRONG!
Today we celebrate a whole decade since the reboot of Doctor Who, to many a show they didn’t know before it came back, to many the rebirth of a beloved sci-fi classic that accompanied them through the years. I had planned a Top 10 episodes post for 10 years and that might still happen this week, but today I want to talk about how Doctor Who has shaped my life in terms of fandom-involvement, and how it is heavily responsible for me being able to write this post, at this very moment.
Before I even knew what Doctor Who was most of my fan-experience, similar to the one I still live today, had been limited to Buffy and Charmed forums, back when I was probably too young to be on forums (I was about 12) and yes, I watched an absurd amount of TV, but I was in no way as involved as I was when this show came into my life. Continue reading ‘Doctor Who’ and my fandom experience
I wanted to like The Last Man on Earth. I really wanted to.
When I first heard about the show, I thought it was an interesting concept: a one-man show highlighting the ups and downs of finding yourself alone after the whole world’s gone to shit (pardon my French), but of course, as many people when we first heard about it, I wondered for how long that could work. The answer was right at the end of the first episode, when we found out our protagonist, who had spent two years driving around the country while putting up “Alive in Tucson” signs, talking to balls and making out with mannequins, discovers he isn’t alone in the world. There is someone else out there, and it is a woman.
The show manages to make the second and third episodes charming by highlighting the big differences between the new character, Carol, and Phil. While Phil’s way of keeping himself “sane” was to break as many rules as possible, Carol’s way was to overcompensate by paying way too much attention to the rules. Their interactions were funny, they had a really fun rapport, and even though Phil’s reticence to Carol’s suggestion that they should marry before they start trying to repopulate the Earth was ridiculous (if marriage no longer exists as institution, what does it matter to do it for show, Phil?), we started to see the two bonding and Carol letting loose. The show was now more “the odd-couple” than the actual The Odd Couple, and it worked.
Until Melissa arrived. Continue reading Should the Last Man on Earth die?
Turns out mid-season TV is a lot about women learning how to survive after traumatic events.
If you don’t know the premise of iZombie, I’ll catch you up really fast: Olive Moore is a type-A medical student that has the perfect life: she’s good at her job, she is engaged to a wonderful man and she has the perfect family and friends. Everything seems to be going well, until she is invited to a party where there is a small yet terrifying zombie outbreak. She wakes up the next day, scratched and in a body bag, to find out she is still alive. Except she isn’t. She is undead. She is a zombie.
Of course, this takes a bit of a toll on her. She leaves her job and in order to satisfy her brain cravings decides to start working at a morgue instead. When she is at home, she watches TV and zombie movies (for zombie research) mindlessly while eating food she cannot taste unless it’s really covered in hot sauce and of course, she breaks up her engagement in order not to infect her poor, unknowing boyfriend, which leads her family to believe she has PTSD. Continue reading iZombie: on surviving your inner zombie
I generally dislike the term “guilty pleasure”, especially when it comes to pop culture. We “all” (#notallTVaddicts) enjoy trashy books (after all “Fifty Shades of Grey” is a success, inexplicably), cheesy scripts, telenovelas and reality shows. It’s okay. The life of the TV addict doesn’t have to be reduced to good things. If we didn’t watch bad things to compare them to, we wouldn’t know what is really good.
This post is all about those shows I don’t tell people I spend a ridiculous amount of time watching. They are the shows that fill in the time between binge watches, the shows that cover the nights when I have no shows to watch or simply the shows that I unashamedly enjoy.
1. Property Brothers
Do I want a picture of the Property Brothers to pop up when people look up my blog? Why yes, thank you. Watching these two make house magic is one of the most entertaining things on television. Not to mention the amount of satisfaction you feel when you know you’d totally be less annoying than all those couples that appear on the show. I would trust Jonathan Silver Scott with my life (okay, I might have gotten carried away, but I would definitely trust him with my house). If he wants to give me granite counter-tops, I’ll let him give them to me good. And yes, Drew sometimes kind of forces people into buying complete disasters and then leaves and lets Jonathan do all the dirty work thus making them spend all their savings, but he is also cool, like we see in those total 10 minutes he appears on the show.
Admittedly, Drew gets to shine more in other shows, and that is okay, because I watch them all. Don’t you love it when people in “Buying & Selling” find a new house that is kind of okay for what they want and then Jonathan has completely renovated theirs in a way that you can tell they are feeling physical pain knowing they have to leave? I do.
And of course, that closing, totally non-scripted witty banter the bros share at the end of every show is what I live for. Oh, these two! Continue reading 10 (12) “Guilty Pleasure” Shows
In a time where Parks & Recreation says goodbye to us definitely, ‘Cougar Town’ is in its last season, shows like Happy Endings and Selfie disappear into the abyss and we are in abundance of CBS-style multi-cam comedies that should have been left behind a long time ago having inexplicable success (I am sorry, The Odd Couple, you aren’t even that bad, but did we really need you?) the need for feel-good comedies in our TVs grows stronger.
Many of these multi-cam comedies tend to fall into a terrible pattern: the scripts are written for the audience to laugh at the characters, instead of with them. I get it, it’s classic Schadenfreude: it’s great to have someone to watch that has it worse than you. There is something satisfying about thinking “well, my life is crap, but at least I’m not THAT guy!”, but what is the issue with watching a comedy where you can end up feeling happy for the characters? Why do we put human empathy aside when watching television? Is it better to watch the characters in The Big Bang Theory struggle with basic human interaction than to watch Leslie Knope making her wishes come true? Given the ratings difference between the two of them, to many people it is.
This is why Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt comes at a perfect time, when the number of shows that make us root for the people that live in their universe is alarmingly decreasing (thank you, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Fresh Off the Boat, Bob’s Burgers and Jane The Virgin, you’re very needed). If you haven’t binge-watched this yet, you have probably been living in a bunker after being kidnapped by a pre-apocalyptic cult, have just made it out and thus you are forgiven, but please learn about what Netflix is, watch the show and then come back to read this blog post.
Continue reading Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and TV with a positive message