Dear lord. It's been three months since I've posted. I'm not sure that means anything, other than that I paid TypePad around $20 to ensure that anyone who wanted to read my half-formed thoughts on Lost finale was allowed to do so.
But my life outside the blog continues to be busy, and I no longer have the time to watch any shows as they air. Since Fringe, um, "Petered out" in May, I don't think I've watched a single thing on TV in its original time slot other than The Killing, which I'll get to soon.
So let's catch up:
- So yes, Fringe. Wonderful, wonderful second season. Who'd have thought there'd come a day when Anna Torv's performance (or performances) would be one of the show's assets, rather than one of its drawbacks. I even liked her Leonard Nimoy voice (actually, I found it adorable), although I know it drove some people nuts. But that finale -- 40 minutes of a frightening-but-ultimately-meaningless "what if?" future followed by an ending twist that will almost certainly need to be reversed early in season four -- was grating...
- ...yet not as grating as The Killing's finale. For me, the best part of the detectives solving the Rosie Larsen case is that we were done with it. AMC's first failure, although I'm jussssst curious enough to come back next year.
- The same night The Killing disappointed millions, Game of Thrones cemented its place as a serious contender for best show of the year. (We'll see what Breaking Bad season four and Boardwalk Empire season two have to offer.) This show is just about flawless: smart, exciting, funny and tense, with not a single character or storyline I was bored with. Season two can't come fast enough. I'm reading the books now, which are just as compelling as the series.
- A few months back, I read The AV Club's Ten Reasons You Should Be Watching the Vampire Diaries, and put the show on my "to get to eventually list." Turns out they were mostly right; this IS a fun show, at least so far. As fun as True Blood used to be, before the writers decided they needed 50 storylines at once.
- And now we're in season four of True Blood, and it's as overstuffed as ever. I'm hoping Fiona Shaw can grow into the type of villain Michelle Forbes and Denis O'Hare gave us in seasons past, yet I'm still thinking what I thought all last year: this show would be a lot better if it focused on its "I could give a fuck" vampire characters Eric, Jessica and Pam and forgot everyone else.
- That's all for now. Breaking Bad returns in a little over three weeks, which is reason enough for me to blog more regularly. I kind of miss this.
Tom Coombe
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