03-07-2014, 11:02 AM
O JESUS PENNY YOU SAD BASTARD!
Criminy! Who the devil ARE these people we watch every week.....They've all morphed into a clutch of unremittingly awful, mean-spirited lickspittals....Or were they always, and we were just distracted by the brilliance of Vintage Sheldon?
Who in reality sits around every evening with all their (embittered, jealous) "friends" in a little technicolour psychological clusterfuck, where you rake each other's dreams over the coals for the brief warmth the flare up brings that serves in lieu of any love in your godawful contrived relationships….NOT RHETORICAL. Does anyone?
Psychological clusterfuck/Contrived godawful relationship is probably just the basic structure of a Sitcom, in which event I don’t think people like us (er, cranky "intellectuals", artists, and other unfortunate species) should be watching the damn things at all (why are we again?). But wasn’t this show DIFFERENT in the beginning? (It was, it bloody was!)
And if this is not Reality but Art, then what is illuminating about it? Or redeeming, honourable, provoking, memorable?
I suppose it’s meant to be Entertainment, but it’s a very nasty kind, and I’d feel less morally dubious cheering on a leper kicking contest than barracking for this group of flaky little-minded backstabbers….
Sheldon you prize eejit....What is he, just a vending machine of various forms of malice now?
Airplane scene garners two Penny Blossoms from Gripe (I’d be happy if the whole show was just Howard and Sheldon from now on), but the rest of the spite, faux-caring and unremitting tedium of sex jokes garners a feckin avalanche of Dirty Socks. So I'm conflicted.
I'm going to go away and sit in the corner for a while.
Putting myself in Time Out for watching this bloody thing...
Also I’m evidently a trifle cranky.
And on that note, here’s a pudding cranky. O ha ha! Perhaps I should write for television...
No.
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Criminy! Who the devil ARE these people we watch every week.....They've all morphed into a clutch of unremittingly awful, mean-spirited lickspittals....Or were they always, and we were just distracted by the brilliance of Vintage Sheldon?
Who in reality sits around every evening with all their (embittered, jealous) "friends" in a little technicolour psychological clusterfuck, where you rake each other's dreams over the coals for the brief warmth the flare up brings that serves in lieu of any love in your godawful contrived relationships….NOT RHETORICAL. Does anyone?
Psychological clusterfuck/Contrived godawful relationship is probably just the basic structure of a Sitcom, in which event I don’t think people like us (er, cranky "intellectuals", artists, and other unfortunate species) should be watching the damn things at all (why are we again?). But wasn’t this show DIFFERENT in the beginning? (It was, it bloody was!)
And if this is not Reality but Art, then what is illuminating about it? Or redeeming, honourable, provoking, memorable?
I suppose it’s meant to be Entertainment, but it’s a very nasty kind, and I’d feel less morally dubious cheering on a leper kicking contest than barracking for this group of flaky little-minded backstabbers….
Sheldon you prize eejit....What is he, just a vending machine of various forms of malice now?
Airplane scene garners two Penny Blossoms from Gripe (I’d be happy if the whole show was just Howard and Sheldon from now on), but the rest of the spite, faux-caring and unremitting tedium of sex jokes garners a feckin avalanche of Dirty Socks. So I'm conflicted.
I'm going to go away and sit in the corner for a while.
Putting myself in Time Out for watching this bloody thing...
Also I’m evidently a trifle cranky.
And on that note, here’s a pudding cranky. O ha ha! Perhaps I should write for television...
No.
"WHERE THE HELL'S MY PARACHUTE?"