Just call me Mary.
As in, quite contrary. Because generally, if people like something? Hype it, ad nauseum? I will decide, sight unseen, that I don’t like it.
Remember that charming little indie movie you all went ga ga for, the one about the ship, and the necklace and blah blah blah?
Never saw it. Never will.
That’s just how I work.
So when I started hearing rumblings about a show called “Flight of the Conchords“, I assumed the position. Ignored the good reviews. Tuned out the cool kids talking about it on the internet. Plumb ignored the quirky commercials and trailers I saw. Refused to make room for it in my already ridiculously crowded TV schedule.
But then, one Sunday night…..
there was nothing on. Repeats as far as the listings would stretch. And so I watched it.
And was hooked. Adjectives fail its general awesomeness. I’m not even gonna try. I’ll show you a clip. Without the context of the entire episode, it might not translate. But whatever:
I wouldn’t even finish the episode sometimes, before I’d be on YouTube, searching for clips of what I’d just seen. Then waiting for HBO to replay the episode 2 hours later.
I’ve been waiting for the new season to start.
And I found out today, that it won’t.
Generally, in a TV relationship, I’m the one that does the leaving. A show will bore me (:cough, cough, Heroes:), and I’ll drift off, quietly. Or a network will get antsy and make the decision for me.
It’s never been the show that quit me first.
I’ve been dumped. I don’t quite know how to handle it. I’ll try to handle myself with some dignity.
BRETT AND JEMAINE, DON’T GO!!! I’M NOT READY!!! DON’T MAKE ME CRY THE UGLY CRY!!! FOR CHRIST’S SAKES, I ONLY JUST FIGURED OUT THERE’S NO “R” IN JEMAINE!!!