You may be wondering what I thought of it, since darn near everything
I read this week seems to have an opinion on how Hoss Wheelin’ revived the
franchise with the innovative plot twists of the final episode.
One of these years I’ll borrow my mom’s DVDs and catch up on the whole
thing so I can talk real shop. I don’t know much more than what I
gleaned from playing the game and seeing TV ads for the show. I think I
have watched a couple of the reruns on FX.
Normally a show like that would be right up, as they say, my alley, but I
didn’t start watching it when it came on because I was frequently busy in
the evenings with my life as a game show host and CIA assassin, and I didn’t
think the show had a snowbunny’s chance in the Hellmouth of lasting more
than 13 episodes. Naturally, it went for, what, seven seasons? So all
you Buffy fanatics owe me a big fat thank you for not getting hooked on
it and therefore keeping it on the air long enough to jump high over the
shark, if a good half of the reviews I have read are accurate.
It was pretty rockin’ the way Buffy teamed up with Ruben to kill Clay
though. Ruben is so obviously the fairest of them all, and I was so glad
that he proposed to Jen. I am already looking forward to next season,
when Bob from Ferndale
becomes the newest D.A. on The All New Musical ABC’s
The Practice™. I predict a Carole
Bayer Sager night and a May-sweeps tornado theme crossover with
CSI:Omaha®!
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