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(Interestingly, wordpress is doing that thing again where it won’t let me tag. I finally made it work, but I think that perhaps it hates me. Or the computer I’m on. Or it’s trying to tell me that I should be making copies instead of talking about TV.)
Okay. So. I was not a comic book girl growing up. I was booky, just not comic booky. I recognize that this reduces my geek cred, considerably. But that’s okay.
One of my biggest issues with getting into comics is that I’m a little compulsive. Just a little. And if I’m reading something that is part of a series, I want to start at the beginning. Those of you in the know can probably guess where this is going. For everyone else, let’s just say, in almost all the comics I’d want to read, I’m about 50+ years behind. It’s a bit daunting.
Anywho. Cartoons are awesome for letting me know what I’ve missed. Movies about my favourite comic book characters are even better.
And now there’s a TV show about a guy I had no idea even existed until (I think) Young Justice came out.
As previously mentioned, I’m pretty easy going about my entertainments. It’s really all about whether or not I feel I’ve spent my time (or money) wisely. I don’t wax sentimental about the underlying social commentary, or motivation of the writers, or what the symbolism of the colour of the walls in the MC’s foyer means. Honestly, I could give a crap.
What makes it for me comes down to three things: Good writing, good acting, and good directing. Cause let’s face it, no matter how good the acting, if the director blows donkey balls (Uwe Boll, anyone?) the whole mess falls apart. Ditto the other elements.
I was really looking forward to Arrow. It struck this total Robin Hood/Batman vibe for me.
I was not disappointed. I have no idea who the actor is that they got to play Oliver Queen*, but he rocks the part. I find his abs intimidating, I’m pretty sure I’d cross the street if I saw them coming toward me on a dark street. Jeez.
I don’t want to give spoilers, but I have two lines I really need to point out. They made me love the writers of the show. Like a lot.
First, Oliver is back home after having been doing his Tom Hanks thing on an island. He’s having dinner with his family and a friend and is getting caught up on what he missed.
“Oh and Lost. They were all dead. I think.”
I laughed so hard at this, that I had to rewind to catch what I missed while I was laughing my hinie off. Why was this so funny? Cause A is a huge Lost fan and hasn’t watched the last season yet. He refuses for some reason. So he’s avoided all mention of how it ended. Seriously, I almost wet myself. But I figure the statute of limitations is up on spoilers for Lost by now, so ya know.
The second bit had Oliver and his buddy at a welcome home, glad you aren’t really dead party.
“So better not knowing.”
I admit that I like Twilight. It’s like eating a bag of Cheetos and watching girly, teen angst movies all day. But there’s so much fun to be had at Twilight’s expense, that I can’t not laugh hysterically when people come up with really great pokes. This was a great poke.
TL;DR version. I love this show and hope that it runs for a while. If it gets the axe like The Cape, I’ll cry. Let’s hope the curse doesn’t strike!
*I just looked him up on IMDB to link to him. I vaguely recall him from The Vampire Diaries, but clearly need to keep rewatching on Netflix!