I had an almost existential crisis this morning when my gym (seriously, the very last time I mention that place) – had seemingly removed E4 from the TV screens, thereby denying my workouts the last 15 minutes of Gilmore Girls and the first 15 minutes of Smallville.
It turns out that E4 is still there, masquerading as BBC2, so all is well. But it did make me look at these shows in a new light, and remind me of the value of telling lies in fiction.
I won’t dwell on Smallville, where the sole purpose of dialogue is to convince the viewer after that episode’s fight that a much bigger, altogether sexier battle is still to come.
I absolutely will dwell on Gilmore Girls – a show infused with such addictive power, such dark, dark magic that while it hasn’t yet turned me into a 14-year-old girl, I can see how it might happen. Continue reading