This blog never really became what I envisioned when I roped a bunch of my friends into joining it several years ago. Like everything in my life, I went into this project with an awesome idea, noble intentions and, ultimately, too short an attention span. In the years that have passed since this blog went comatose there has been an abundance of amazing television. I have had opinions on these shows, but aside from the occasional tweet or Facebook post, I have kept these opinions to myself. I was content to continue doing so until that rat bastard Damon Lindelof roped me in with his new series "The Leftovers". HBO started airing teasers for the show before and after Game of Thrones. I was intrigued by the concept of the show, but as a fan of Lost I instantly wrote it off when I learned of Lindelof's involvement. The scars from all the unanswered questions and nonsensical bullshit that plagued the later seasons of Lost were still too fresh for me to allow him back into my heart. Fool me once, etc. The pilot episode came and went without me giving a single, solitary fuck. But in the back of my mind I had this annoying little voice nagging at me, reminding me that I really was still interested in the premise of the show and that allowing myself to possibly miss out some really fine television because of the shortcomings of a completely different show is pretty dumb. So I swallowed my anger towards Lindelof and eventually watched the pilot.
Right off the bat I could see Damon's Cheetos stained finger prints all over the show. Hugely flawed characters. Questions that would probably never be answered. Dark, wry humor. But there was something different about this show. This show made me feel... something. Feelings I wasn't accustomed to feeling about television. This show doesn't make me happy. It doesn't excite me. It doesn't give me hope. In fact, that is what makes this show so distinctly different. It gives me the OPPOSITE of hope. This is a dark, bleak show that confuses me. There is a puzzle to unravel, but with each piece put into place the picture becomes more and more dreary. This show makes me feel things I'm not comfortable feeling. When I finished the pilot I had to take a shot of tequila and a shower. What in the hell did I just watch? Why do I feel so bad? This show literally makes me feel like my soul is filled with dog shit. It is... I dunno. Heavy? Yeah, that's it. This show is heavy as hell. So heavy, in fact, that I'm going to be reviewing every episode right here. This show is so good that it has motivated my lazy ass to bring back this failed blog. We'll see where it goes from here. If things go well I might start reviewing other shows, but one step at a time.
Hugs and kisses,
Garza
