In between applying for jobs, dodging my arch-nemesis the NYPS (the New York Parking Syndicate), bonding with the NYS Emissions guy over the Stooges and generally languishing in malaise, I have started watching Heroes.
Yes, I started watching because NewSpock was reputedly a main (albeit patently evil) character.
A penchant for brain collection and consumption have a lot to recommend itself to a fan of the Zombie genre.
This show has totally disarmed me. I have such an enormous soft-spot for the King-ian (as in Stephen King) trope of gathering disparate bodies together for Quest fulfillment. Dictated upon a blueprint upon which the Master Power (fill in higher deity of choice here) wishes to sway but cannot actively involve itself in.
A trope within whose parameters David Eddings' Belgariad and Mallorean succeed so beautifully.
Razzing perhaps deserved, but it's the same reason I have such a crazy love of M. Night Shyamalan's corpus. Particularly Unbreakables' "They called me Mr. Glass..." and Lady in the Water (which I really liked, but might be the only one in the world).
Being only four shows into the series, I have decided that Clair's father rocks the world. Dude! Mad props to the father who erases the memory of his daughter's attempted rapist as retribution. Personally, I would have killed his punk ass. But I respect the differences in style.
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Was that last bit about Heroes? If so... that was sooo two years ago.
ReplyDeleteListen, young man. Those of us of the approaching Geritol set take a while to cotton to these newfangled things. Thank goodness for Netflix and Hulu.
ReplyDeleteOf course, working 70+ hours per week the past couple of years didn't help either ;)