Friday, February 03, 2012

Hipster TV

Because I'm a hick who fell off the back of a turnip truck I still get a thrill whenever I see my neighborhood pop up on tv, and I Just Want My Pants Back by far shows the very streets I roam through every day even more than How To Make It in America or 2 Broke Girls do combined. Of course this also means I will spend most of the show rolling my eyes at how absurd whatever caricature of Williamsburg they wanna present, so.
But that leaves me with one last obnoxiously hyper-conscious question: Do I like "Pants" more because it’s written, acted and shot quite well and tells an engaging story? Or more because I get a narcissistic kick out of seeing an sensationalized version of the culture I live in—and maybe even parts my life—on-screen depicted with enough accuracy (the devil’s in the details, bro) that I feel like my life is important and legitimate and could totally be a sitcom? I dunno, probably a lot of both. Stoked for next week.
One thing this show has going for it is one of the characters mentioned a restaurant she went to that serves only toast, which she was horrified at but as you know IS MY FUCKING DREAM!!!!!

Also, kudos for their cleverly using a bleep to cover cussing, which I also love.

As a con, in only 15 minutes the show has already broken the world record for sex scene with the bra left on.  Even when covered by a sheet.  I mean, camon already.

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