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.