Things to Do with the Flu

Like everyone else in America I was knocked down with the flu for the last week and a half of February. Seeing as being bed ridden is as good an excuse as any I caught up on my TV on DVD watching. First two seasons of 'DEXTER', a little 'LOST', and ' Band of Brothers'.

I also popped in the only season of 'Firefly', finally. I got to admit I never really cared for 'Firefly' when it was on TV, and I have never been a fan of Joss Whedon's work. The TV version of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' had its moments, but all in all Whedon always seemed like the Diablo Cody of the 1990s. Surfing on the seas of Cool Hip that were twenty miles wide and about an inch deep. Everything he wrote or directed felt like a mental revenge fuck for whatever happen to Whedon in high school. No doubt that kind of storytelling has its audience, but I've always found it tiresome, always wanting to scream, "GET OVER IT".

So, with that frame of mind, I was surprised when I actually came out on the other end of "Firefly" liking it. Hold on, Browncoats. I said, Like, Not In Love With. I still thought the Premise was confused and a bit goofy. It is easy to see that when Firefly was being developed that no real thought was given to the world beyond just creating a cross-cultural mash up. No one really had an explanation for why everyone in a spacefaring culture had reverted back to the 1800s in every other way, or why Winchester rifles shoot lasers, or why so many colonized planets had indigenous life exactly like Earth. The design seemed to go about as far as, "Oh this is KEWL!" and no further.

But, if you looked past all that, and basically gave into the premise, I really liked 'Firefly'. It was definitely worth the twenty bucks I spent at Target. And it made me want to track down a copy of "Serenity" on DVD.

Keep it Sexy, America