Good God! A TV Show…

Well, I might go to a special hell for saying this but my love affair with Dr. Gregory House is finally over. How could he stoop so low? I forgave him (and writers) for parting ways with Cameron and sweet Dr. Chase. I turned a blind eye to his new crew of losers and even to 13. I put up with two cases of leprosy on one show. And I actually liked Amber because Amber was the only person with guts in several seasons. And they killed her off.

I twisted my mind so that I wouldn’t look at the progress bar of video player window because the succession of events is always the same:

1. Some person(s): perfectly normal.
2. Some person(s): almost dying.
3. Opening credits.
4. House: trying to avoid the case.
5. House: hearing smth interesting and picking up the case.
6. Wrong diagnosis. Patient(s) go(es) worse.
7. Wrong diagnosis: apply/rinse/repeat. Patient(s) go(es) worse.
8. The last wrong diagnosis before the final revelation. Patient(s): dying.
9. The ‘lastest’ wrong diagnosis before the final revelation. Patient(s): dying.
10. Patient(s): being treated to death for the ‘lastest’ diagnosis because the diagnosis is, well, wrong.
11. House: talking to somebody devoid of any charisma and significance (everybody is that way on the show these days).
12. House: finally having a revelation. Patient(s): dead almost dead.
13. House: saving the day.

Remember how it all started? A brand new show with super powers, mystery, twists and plots; a cute blond cheerleader set on dying and videotaping it over and over again, a flying politician, a young mother with multiple personality disorder (who used to be so badass in her ‘unwhiny’ mode)… A crazy maniac killing people with abilities one by one hunting them down; premonitions, dreams, clues and hints, ever increasing sense of urgency…

Despite of or maybe due to all the familiar and recognizable stuff, all the comics and popular culture references it was good. The ever twisting storylines, the secrets untold (seriously, wasn’t Mama Petrelli the most crazy cold-blooded b*tch already and yet we knew nothing of her past at the moment), it was good. It felt like home.

The first season of ‘Californication’ blew my brains out. It was right after ‘Dexter’ but before ‘Weeds’ (I jumped the ‘Weeds’ bandwagon rather late) and it was pleasantly shocking. Remember the very first episode? Blow-job in the church, though imaginary? That was like ‘am I seeing this on TV for real?’

I’ve never been a huge fan of the original series. Maybe it was due to the fact that it was too late for me to get hooked when it was on TV in Ukraine, maybe the weather was not right all the time, I don’t even remember. But I watched it anyway.