In which Buffy finally thinks to call her ex-boyfriend, who works for the government and their elite, highly trained and futuristically equipped crack division of demon killers, to help her fight the demons that are about to fuck Sorghumdale straight to hell. Well what the hell took you so long, bitch?
I swear I had been wondering why the hell Buffy hadn’t thought to ask whatshisface and the Initiative for help with the impending hell on earth thing about to happen. They spent a whole terrible season ruining all the momentum from a pretty decent 3rd season trying to expand the Buffandraverse into new, governmental conspiracy territory and failing. Try as they might, they had to acknowledge its existence, and so they do, but it turns out the Initiative abandoned Sortiedale and they don’t get involved. How convenient, writers.
Also the dead spirit of Warren, or this Fooshman character, I forget, posses Willow and even makes her look like her. Basically so they could bring that actor back for an episode after killing him last season. They do that a lot on Buffy. Work backwards from an idea. Like, they say, hey, lets have these two characters switch places because it would be funny, and they concoct some wack magical reason for it to happen. Then a writer will ask the obvious, well why don’t they just magic back to normal when they do this. And then some other writer will say, um, because of this OTHER magical made up reason.
I’m not saying you get make shit up as you go when you’re doing a show about a teenaged blond goblin killer and her merry band of mystical doofuses, I’m just saying there are less hacky ways to go about things.
Oh, look mister high and mighty nit picker supreme, passing judgment on a low rated network show for high school kids. I must be mister perfect to be making such critical assessments of a fun show beloved by legions of rabid fans. Well, yes, I guess I am. Thank you.
Probably I shouldn’t watch this show or write these things up after watching Breaking Bad, a show that is innovative, gripping, profound, hilarious and nearly flawless in every way. A true masterpiece. Where once there was just the Sopranos, the Wire and Deadwood, now a newcomer to this pantheon of serial televised titans. A collection of worthies unparalleled in excellence and entertainment. If these shows had dongs, I’d slobber every last one of them. I would, however, draw the line at allowing these shows to slowly yet forcefully enter me from behind.
Huh? What the shit am I going on about? Anyhow, Giles also leads a tribe of Slaybies out into the desert because they don’t want to pay all those actresses to be in every episode. Man, this guy Giles is just begging to have a Chris Hansen led intervention. Getting rid of the other slaybies frees rad lesbian slaybie Kennedy, the best of all the MTV VJs, to get Wilload back on the clam train, and now the show has lesbians again. Nice.
I swear I had been wondering why the hell Buffy hadn’t thought to ask whatshisface and the Initiative for help with the impending hell on earth thing about to happen. They spent a whole terrible season ruining all the momentum from a pretty decent 3rd season trying to expand the Buffandraverse into new, governmental conspiracy territory and failing. Try as they might, they had to acknowledge its existence, and so they do, but it turns out the Initiative abandoned Sortiedale and they don’t get involved. How convenient, writers.
Also the dead spirit of Warren, or this Fooshman character, I forget, posses Willow and even makes her look like her. Basically so they could bring that actor back for an episode after killing him last season. They do that a lot on Buffy. Work backwards from an idea. Like, they say, hey, lets have these two characters switch places because it would be funny, and they concoct some wack magical reason for it to happen. Then a writer will ask the obvious, well why don’t they just magic back to normal when they do this. And then some other writer will say, um, because of this OTHER magical made up reason.
I’m not saying you get make shit up as you go when you’re doing a show about a teenaged blond goblin killer and her merry band of mystical doofuses, I’m just saying there are less hacky ways to go about things.
Oh, look mister high and mighty nit picker supreme, passing judgment on a low rated network show for high school kids. I must be mister perfect to be making such critical assessments of a fun show beloved by legions of rabid fans. Well, yes, I guess I am. Thank you.
Probably I shouldn’t watch this show or write these things up after watching Breaking Bad, a show that is innovative, gripping, profound, hilarious and nearly flawless in every way. A true masterpiece. Where once there was just the Sopranos, the Wire and Deadwood, now a newcomer to this pantheon of serial televised titans. A collection of worthies unparalleled in excellence and entertainment. If these shows had dongs, I’d slobber every last one of them. I would, however, draw the line at allowing these shows to slowly yet forcefully enter me from behind.
Huh? What the shit am I going on about? Anyhow, Giles also leads a tribe of Slaybies out into the desert because they don’t want to pay all those actresses to be in every episode. Man, this guy Giles is just begging to have a Chris Hansen led intervention. Getting rid of the other slaybies frees rad lesbian slaybie Kennedy, the best of all the MTV VJs, to get Wilload back on the clam train, and now the show has lesbians again. Nice.
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