Confession time: I haven’t watched TV with any real gusto in the last ten years.
I’ve been…busy. Job, kids, thyroid problems, and my weird hobbies have kept me away from the boob tube. (Do people even call it that anymore?) Sure, I’ve watched a little Downton Abbey and Game of Thrones, but not with the pure, unadulterated fangirl spirit that powered me through Twin Peaks in the early 90s and later, X-Files, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Alias…uh, I’ll stop now before I embarrass myself.
But all of that’s about to change because of this little miracle.
To celebrate the return of my vicious TV habit, I give you the first installment of…
Super Late Reviews (SLR): Supernatural
…In which I review shows and other stuff that have been out for decades. Because I’m so “up on the times.” I’ve already wasted 10 years, so let’s get going!…
The first episode of Supernatural aired on September 13, 2005. At that time, I had a 3 year-old boy and a 7 month-old girl. I have no known memories of what I was doing then, due to temporary sleep-deprivation and insanity, which has not been as temporary.
Why did I choose this show?
I could be watching Stranger Things. Or the rest of Game of Thrones. Why did I pick this WB/CW network pretty piece of fluff?
Yeah, yeah. Lots of eye candy, of both the male and female persuasion. After all, this show originally aired on the network that created Smallville, One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl, and Veronica Mars. It states in their bylaws that, “EVERYTHING MUST BE PRETTY.”
Additionally, Supernatural is about to start its 12th season. Right now. It’s STILL GOING. A show with that kind of longevity must have quality and substance, right?
What keeps me watching it?
All kidding aside, Supernatural also has a strong X-Files connection. I’m only in season 2 of Supernatural, so I don’t know how this fully plays out yet, but so far I’ve seen that producer, Kim Manners, has worked on both shows. Cigarette Smoking Man has already had a cameo. And this…
No, not Cher. Monster episodes.
X-Files was patterned so that an episode was either an advancement of the plot arch or a simple monster story. I was always a fan of the standalone, one-off monsters episodes because they were fun. They didn’t get messy with the who-impregnated-Scully histrionics. I didn’t have to worry about the oily black eyeball thing oozing from one episode to the next. I could just sit back and enjoy the chicken-factory, Creutzfeldt-Jakob freakshow. Or whatever.
Supernatural is the same thing. Lots of monster shows, and not so much blah-blah-blah. At least, not yet. (I’m only in Season 2, remember.)
Let’s talk about those monster episodes for a sec.
Supernatural is running the urban legend gamut with unadulterated glee, including:
- Bloody Mary
- monsters in the closet
- a marauding monster truck
- vampires (though sparingly)
- avenging college coeds
Yes, there’s on-going angst about avenging their parent(s)–is ten years enough time to ditch the spoiler alert?–and finding out if/when younger brother, Sam, is going to go all Dark Side on us. But it’s the monsters and blood that carry the show.
Am I enjoying it?
Verdict: a hearty thumbs up. I wasn’t looking for Cosmos. And I didn’t find it. But I did find fun.
Worried that TV is distracting me from writing the next Josie Tucker book? Never fear. At this rate, I’ll be done binge-watching Supernatural by tomorrow at noon. All 11 seasons.