|Oh, the shame of it
||[Jun. 24th, 2004|12:18 am]
Here's the part where I make a confession. Promise you won't tell.|
I'm a fan. Yes, I said fan. Not the fanny kind you fan yourself with, but the spends-way-too-much-energy-thinking-about-a-television-show kind. The kind that hangs out on message boards, searches the news for information and tidbits, starts looking up other work the actors have done, has a quote from the show as a screensaver...you get the picture, and it's not pretty.
Granted, we're not taking any ordinary television show here. We're talking Firefly, the most overlooked gem in the last two decades. The show which had the episode Out Of Gas, (or "OOG" to us browncoats - browncoats is the catchy name we invented for ourselves) which is quite possibly the best hour of television ever produced. The show so good it's now being made into a Big Damn Movie.
Firefly only lasted eleven episodes before it got pulled. But all thirteen completed episodes showed up in a very shiny DVD box set, and I promise you if you buy it you won't be sorry (Amazon has the best price I've seen). Buy it. Watch it. Watch it IN ORDER. Watch it over and over and discover something new each time.
Yes, this is a shameless plug. I warned you I was a fan, didn't I?