Once a upon a time, when I was a wee undergrad, I wanted to watch a funny show. This was in the dark ages before the Big Bang Theory brought us hope and light.
On finding funny TV-show
All my friends told me about this one series I should watch.
“Hey you should watch Sex and the City!” One said with glee. The other jumped in and agreed.
I was hesitant by the name and wondered what kind of game they were playing. After all, these were my friends, they watched Dexter and other shows we all liked. If Game of Thrones had been aired, we’d all be rejoicing how Viserys got his golden hair.
“Dear friends,” I asked, “it does not sound like something I’d watch.”
“OH!” the other jumped in. “For it is! It is about the stereotypes women have to deal with, ignore the title, that’s part of the issue,” she said with a mischievous smile.
I was convinced at that point and figured I should give it a try. They love Dexter, I kept telling myself.
I couldn’t help bringing in two of my favorite references
They lent me the first DVD and said the beginning was poor.
“But that is to be expected, for this was their pilot!” I nodded at my friend. Some shows need to get their ground before coming around to great rating expectations.
“How many episodes shall I watch then?” I questioned examining the DVD. I had a feeling I should throw it away, but I thought maybe it was just my dismay at the title.
“Three, or five, and then you’ll be hooked! It won’t be long before you ask for another box set!”
So I went to my dorm and ordered pizza, while I waited, I decided to watch and hope for a laugh.
I sat and watched and wondered why, the first scenes were erotica not story at all. It’s probably just for ratings.
After two episodes, I got distracted.
The pizza was delicious
After the third episode, I was downright uncomfortable.
According to the laws of the internet and Vamp from Metal Gear, at any moment someone will walk in…
I managed my escape from the horrendous show, by playing dead in case Sarah Jessica Parker became the Ring girl.
The next day I went to my friends and returned the DVD.
“Did you like it???” They asked with hope in their voices.
“There’s video stores, there’s movies, and there’s books. But if you wish to continue lying to yourselves, just rely on one place where no one can judge you for watching, there’s always dear old HBO, or YouTube. Hell just type in on Google!”
I learned something that day as my friends pleaded me to torture myself through another two episodes.
Yes, we know Sex sells. But it can never replace character development, plot and have a better story for audiences. Sex is overused and often undermined now that we have to take it a bit ‘extreme’ to get it noticed. Or more importantly, people to watch.
‘Tis the end of my sad tale. About being lied to about series which discussed several issues.
Instead I got fooled into watching a porno with the dark lighting making it erotica and with dialogue making it a story.
Ladders into the Grave 