I can officially call myself an escapist.
I started watching Buffy again. Haven’t seen it in oh so many years, and I don’t remember almost anything about it – apart from some storylines – but I have thought about watching it again for quite some time now. And since we finally got rid of that time machine of an internet connection that had been taking us back to the 1990s every day for the past two years, and got ourselves a proper baby, the time is nigh to watch ALL the things I have yet to watch.
Starting with Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
When Buffy was first on TV I was very young. It was on late at night and the next day was always a schoolday. Every time I got the go-to-sleep-now commands, but they were of no use. I loved the show. Of course I had activities and restrictions and non-developed biological impulses back then that prohibited the escapist demon from entering me, but today… Oh man, I’m doomed.
You might think that watching all those clothes from 1997, the bad acting (mostly David Boreanaz, I’m afraid), the cameltoes, the visible stunt doubles, the oops moments… that all this might make me say “Hey, that show is crap and boring” and go for a walk or something. You might just think that. And you’d be wrong.
Watching Buffy again has actually given me a better view over today’s vampire-madness. When talking about Buffy, True Blood and Twilight, the basic formula is pretty much the same: you have the pretty girl and the tormented vampire. That’s all you need to give the viewers their high. Add murder and mayhem and voila! a supershow. But hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m not judging. I am loving it. I’m totally over the I’m-totally-over-it period. Sure, it’s childish to take these shows seriously, but who said being childish is bad, right? I sure as hell hope that I will never grow up. Having said that I now remember MJ and feel sad.
From the hey-wait-a-minute point of view (I recognize my being fond of making my own adjectives) I have to say that all the vampire hotties of the aforementioned movies bare an uncanny resemblance to each other. Just take a look. Notice anything… OBVIOUS?
I’m not saying this is a bad thing. I’m just saying that we have seen these shows over and over again and we still love them. Which, I believe, says something about the power of our sexuality. Because that’s what these shows bring out in us. And I say: ride the high, honey.
Buffy is the first of many rekindled loves. Blame it on the vamp-craze that is flowing around like some nasty flu, blame it on the boogie, I don’t care. I just finished season 2 and I am in tears and love. Addicted. Hooked. Craving for more. I dread the day I will be watching the last episode of the last season, and the bettyfording of the mind that will come the day after that. I shall be the saddest sight to behold that day. And the week after that. Or two.