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Over Chrimbo, I found an old videotape with some My So-called Life on, and Oh. My. God. I *loved* this show.
Best episode was the one where Brian Krakow gets to do the interior monologue, instead of Angela. It’s all about the build-up to the school dance, which is, like, a ‘dance for peace’, or something. Like, as if *that’s* going to happen. And you’re, like, *right inside* Brian’s thoughts, and he’s all funny and sweet, but he’s also, like, really thoughtless and cruel and like, *unbelievably* mean. And Jordan’s *really* horrid to Angela in this episode, but apart from that? He doesn’t have much to do, except lean against his car, and look at the ground/horizon/ground again. And he’s, like, *unbelievably* cute doing it. Leto will *never* top Catalano. And then, Angela’s horrible to Brian and Rayanne’s horrible to Ricky and Ricky’s, like, horrible to himself. And nobody has a good time or looks remotely nice or *anything*. And the parents aren’t in it much, which is basically a good thing.
And Catalano explains his, like, *philosophy*. Which is, like: Whatever happens? Happens. Because obligations basically *blow*. And Angela’s all, like, “I have to say, I really respect that”.
My So-Called Life fucking rocked. Cringe all you want, doubters! And this episode rocks hard, Brian’s narration is like St Swithin’s Day, except with an Art Garfunkle wig instead of a gun, and a school dance instead of Mrs Thatcher, or something. |
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