Getting Transported, or, Why I Love Good Shows
I have always loved the craft of writing, sometimes even more than the writing itself. I love seeing the strings behind the puppet show, and the hands that move them, and how an intricately woven set of interconnected motions can create something that can transport someone beyond the puppets and the words into something… more.
For me, I can’t imagine a greater rush than when I get that right, than when I see the faces of an audience and know that they’ve been transported, even if just for a few minutes, or even just a moment.
Problem is, my brain is so hard-coded to see all the machinations behind the scenes, that whenever I watch or read something, it’s damn near impossible to turn it off and just enjoy everything.
I mean, sometimes, I just want to watch the damn show!
That being said, is it just me or does it feel like there’s a ton of great stuff out there? Sure, there’s a mountain or an ocean, or whatever large geographical formation you prefer, of crap out there too. But, wow, I have been surprised at some of the quality that’s out there today.
Maybe it’s always been there, and this digital revolution has just made it easier to find. Or maybe the shrinking digital marketplace is making it easier for creators to collaborate and get their vision, their dreams, to market.
Who really cares!
All I know is, there is some mighty good shit out there, and I like it.
Here are a few of the shows I’ve been lucky enough to catch this year.
Part Devil Meets Prada (movie) and part Smash (tv series), except without all the pointless sleeping around. It takes a look inside the inner workings of the New York Symphony, and man is it fun. It’s got dreams (getting crushed). It’s got art (getting crushed). And it’s got.. oh, you get it. Don’t worry, it’s got a ton of fun too. And there’s still plenty of sex to go around. I mean, come on, all these guys have been to band camp. If you know what I mean. Amirite? Anyone? Anyone?
Clive Owen is a cocaine addicted super-surgeon at the Knickerbocker Hospital in New York in the early 1900s. Ultra Stylish. Everything looks and feels amazing, and the music takes it to another level. Talk about being transported. When I’m watching it, I feel like I’m there, and whoo boy, is it a crazy rush.
So so beautiful on so many levels. Yes, that many so’s! The setting, the characters, the production, the history, everything feels like it’s been attended to and created with love. And the opening credits are one of my all-time faves. I mean, wow. I could just sit back and watch that on loop for hours on end. Alright, I admit it, I have. More than once.
I love loved the first couple episodes. Guillermo at his Guillermo-est. So masterful at setting up the WTF IS HAPPENING?! factor. Sadly, I felt a little let down once you get told everything (by episode 3). But still super creepy and fun, if not a bit gross at times. Which may or may not be a bad thing, depending how you like your gross-ness. Gross-ity? Whatever, it gets gross.
I’ve only watched one episode of this so far, but OMG what an episode! I don’t know if they can keep it up or even where it’s going exactly, which may be why I like it so much. Powerful performances by every-freaking-body in it and the ability to keep me guessing, hell yes, I’m down to watch it during my free time. So I’ll probably review it again when I finish Season 1, which at my current rate of free time will be maybe this time next year. *pout pout* *cry cry*
There’s a lot more to watch and love out there, and I can’t wait to find it. If you’ve got something that transports you, please let me know!
I’ll be back next week. Til then.
Stay tuned. Stay Frosty.