Monthly Archive for June, 2008

TV Top Fives: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I only started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer about a year ago, and it quickly climbed my list of favorites. It’s now not only comfortably seated in the top five, but may even be overtaking such past favorites as Alias and Veronica Mars.

In the past, I had the same problem with Buffy that I’ve always had with sci-fi shows: where in the case of Battlestar Galactica, I resisted it due to its being set in space (and seriously, no one can deny that the show is, in fact, set in space), with Buffy, I simply thought to myself the title says it all. It’s about a so called slayer of vampires who is named Buffy. What of interest could it possibly hold for me, a serious-minded sort whose taste is nothing if not discriminating (um, of course). I knew several Buffy People: people who were so obsessed with the show and so cultish with their obsession as to come off like complete and total freaks. They were worse than Trekkies, I thought to myself. Good thing I’m not like that at all, right?

Knowing how much I liked shows like Alias and Veronica Mars, though, my friend Suomichris convinced me to check out the show. It turns out, as we all know by now, that in spite of my misgivings, Buffy had a certain magical something that caused me to be almost instantly addicted. Almost. For the first half of the first season, I was still fairly skeptical. By the end of Season One and the beginning of Season Two, though, I knew that Whedon and his army of badly-dressed high schoolers and kitschy-sexy vampires had me by the short hairs and they weren’t letting go.

Yes, the fashion is bad; yes, the makeup and effects are bad, too. Well, if not bad then at least quite definitely dated. No, I take it back: on the fashion front, things are just bad. Poor Willow especially gets dealt some unfortunate blows in the form of several truly hideous sweaters.

Even while assaulting our eyes with anti-fashion, however, the show nonetheless presents a feast for the senses. There are monsters galore, from vampires of every stripe (some sexy, of course, others decidedly not so) to various demons and creatures in general. There’s fighting, explosions, blood, goo, and quick-quipping dialogue. Every night at The Bronze, the bar/coffee house where the kids hang out, there’s usually also really good music contributed by 90s indie musicians making guest appearances (Cibo Matto, Aimee Mann, K’s Choice), and the soundtrack features great bands, too (The Sundays, Sarah McLachlan, Garbage, Guided by Voices, Rasputina).

Beyond all that, of course, there is just plain good storytelling. Joss Whedon often claims in interviews that the character of Buffy came out of his effort to take the clichéd blonde helpless girl in the alley who gets killed in every horror film and empower her. And it worked:

See? There she is holding some sort of mystical orb of empowerment! (Not really. Really, I know exactly what that orb is, but I am not going to tell you, just in case there is someone reading this post who has yet to see the show. If you’re out there, non-Buffy-watching reader, I suggest you get thee to a video rental establishment posthaste! It is for you that I do not discuss the spoilers, even though the very idea of “spoilers” for a show that ended five years ago is completely ludicrous! ALL FOR YOU!)

Anyway, where was I? Right, the orb of empowerment. Well, really, what empowers Buffy is not that she has any kind of orb or that she comes from a line of mystical warriors, but that she has the circle of friends and familiars who help her wage the constant battle of good versus evil. The characters surrounding Buffy make the show as amazing as it is. There’s Giles:

Sensitive, Intellectual, hot, British Giles. As Buffy’s watcher, he has to guide her through her various challenges, and their relationship is one of the most touching on the show. Bonus: Anthony Stewart Head is a great singer and gets to exercise his chops on the show a few times. Yay! Also, he can exercise his chops on me any time, if you know what I mean and I think that you do.

Of course, there is the lovely, lovely Angel, who graces the show with his lovely, attractive presence for the first three years before spinning off onto his own show.

The relationship between him and Buffy in those three seasons provides a lot of momentum for the series — I can tell you that it kept me eagerly “tuning in” (or, um, renting/downloading episodes, since I started watching this thing 10 years after it aired!) to see what would happen next. Boreanaz is naturally great at playing the brooding, dark, mysterious type, but as you already know if you’ve seen him lately on Bones, he’s also great at the quirky comedy, which he occasionally gets to do here.

And when one thinks of Angel, one necessarily also must think of Spike. Oh, Spike. I do love you so. This is, I have gathered from my perusal of the TWOP recaps, a controversial point. A lot of people, again, I gather, really, really hated Spike. I have to question such people’s sanity. I mean, have they not seen the man’s cheekbones?

The scene depicted above, by the way, is one of my favorites in the entire series. It’s set on the NYC subway in 1977, and it’s an epic battle between Spike and the then-slayer, Nikki, cross cut with a conversation between present-day Spike and Buffy. It’s effing brilliant, the way they filmed and edited it. BRILLIANT I SAY. Anyway, Spike is a fun character, supplying everything from comedy to villainy to love interest, and always with the cheekbones.

Below you can see him and his Special Ladyfriend, the crazy Drusilla:

Standing between them is a chaos demon, described by Spike as “all slime and antlers,” with whom Dru is cheating on Spike. See? Inter-species nooky as well! With antlers! And goo!

In the sixth season, a season roundly despised by TWOPpers and fans alike (again, unfathomable to me), each of the characters begins to be faced with his or her dark side, and things in the normally perky gang of demon fighters start to get a bit bumpy.

And veiny, as above. The relationships and transformations explored in this season are some of my favorite things that happen on the entire show. Again, many (if not most) fans despise this season and the seventh one, but I think it seems natural and right that the characters should go through the things they do. Since the show covers their lives from sophomore year in high school onward, this year would be just about the right time for certain coming-of-age crises and realizations to happen. Willow, above, has to face the extent of her own dark power — and I don’t just mean the dark power of a bottle of Feria, although, again, not a flattering look, sweetie.

Buffy, Giles, Spike, Xander, Anya, and the others all go through some major things of their own, which (again) I’ll refrain from detailing here. It’s my impression that a lot of the fans who think the show went downhill in these later seasons believe that the friend characters (Willow and Xander, mainly) got short shrift in favor of bigger relationships between Buffy and Spike, or in favor of the appearance of Dawn, for example. I just don’t think this is true.

One thing that remains constant throughout the show is that the relationships established in the first season among Buffy, Giles, Willow, and Xander remain the very core of the show. Xander, although he is one character who doesn’t have any mystical power or demon-fighting skill, still manages to be one of the strongest and most important characters on the show.

And not just because of the hard hat! Some of his scenes in seasons six and seven are among the most touching and poignant on the series.

The storytelling in the first season or so is more simple: we have a crew of fighters for good, and they’re faced with an army of evil in the form of vampires and demons. Their job is simple: defeat evil. As the show goes on, though, the stories become more complex, and the firm line between good and evil begins, naturally, to blur. It’s these complexities that make the show so powerful. While I appreciate the charm of the earlier seasons, there’s no way that it could have maintained any momentum for seven years without growing deeper and more nuanced. For it to have any real emotional effect, the characters must grow up, and as they grow up, so must their stories. That’s one thing that Joss Whedon and the writers on this show always manage to accomplish: they create a bizarre and imaginative fantasy world in which the people, the stories, and the emotions are nothing short of real.

So You Think You Can Resist The Awesomeness?

I am sure I do not need to tell you how really freaking excited I am at the return of my favorite reality show ever, So You Think You Can Dance. For the past few weeks I have been gleefully watching the rounds of auditions that culminated in Vegas Week, where the dancers who made the initial cut were tried and tested to see which of them would make it into the Top Twenty. While I do love watching the auditions and trying to predict which of my favorite dancers will make the show, my enthusiasm doesn’t really ratchet up to full force until the Top Twenty start to perform. I’m sure the producers (same as American Idol, or related, anyway) think that we love to watch the horribly bad auditions, but honestly that shit makes me uncomfortable. I have no taste for Schadenfreude (unless, of course, the misfortune is that of my enemy). I sometimes just can’t bear watching those earnest-yet-clueless dancers getting eviscerated by the judges.

Anyway, let’s move on to more positive things! Like the fact that the show’s first performance episode aired Wednesday, and it was chock full of good dancing! I won’t recap the whole show, or anything, but I will give you my favorite dancers so far:

This is Twitch, aka Stephen Laurel Boss. (Not only a cool nickname, but a cool real name too. When we marry I shall become Dr. Boss!) He auditioned last year and made it to Vegas, where he lost out to Hok (another of my all-time favorites) and didn’t make the Top Twenty. This year he did — and just in the nick of time, because, as he told the camera, if he hadn’t made it, he was signing up for the Navy. (When he said that, I was all, “Twitch, noooooo!”) Luckily it didn’t come to that. He’s an amazingly talented popper and just generally a likable guy. He seems passionate about dance and also humble and willing to work. This week he had to dance a Tyce Diorio broadway number, which might be the death of a hip hop dancer - he totally pulled it off and looked commanding and hot and graceful. I shall make him mine.

This is Joshua Allen, another talented hip hop dancer. He used to play football and certainly has the body type for that, which makes it a wonderful surprise when he lifts himself up off the ground effortlessly or does an incredible stage-crossing leap in the manner of a gazelle or some supernatural being. The dimples and braces make him pretty near impossible to resist, too. This week he got to dance a hip hop routine by Tabitha & Napoleon (SO rare when a hip hop or other “untrained” dancer gets to dance his/her style the first week!) with Katee and he was amazing. Here’s their routine on youtube. Please ignore the first few seconds where his partner dances solo - overwrought and silly. Wait for the moment where he falls to the side and she flips him back up by his foot. It’ll take your breath away with the grace and the synchronicity and the hard hitting.

This is Gev, aka Gevorg Manoukian (another awesome name), who is another hip hopper. I don’t love him as much as Twitch and Joshua yet, but he is clearly talented and really fun to watch. This week he did a disco routine that the judges basically called cheesy. Um, hello judges, it’s disco. Cheesy by definition. Also, shut up judges. I’m eager to see him either draw a hip hop routine or dance a solo in his own style (aka “dance for your life”) - so long as he isn’t eliminated!

This is William Wingfield, an amazing contemporary dancer. He’s a protegé of the awesome Debbie Allen, who is occasionally a guest judge on the show. She’s not going to be participating in the show so long as he remains a contestant — since he seems destined to go far, that may mean we won’t see much of Debbie this season. I do love Debbie’s commentary when she judges — she’s forthright and graceful and encouraging — but I’d be fine with not seeing her much if it means Will’s sticking around! He’s powerful and athletic, and dances with fluidity and musicality and is just a pleasure to watch.

This is Comfort Fedoke, whom the judges called the best female hip hop dancer they’ve had on the show so far. She’s one of the ones whose audition we only saw a 2-second clip of, and this week she danced a jive routine by Tony Meredith (which she did ably and well despite a dislocated shoulder), so I haven’t gotten to see her do her hip hop thang yet. I can’t wait to get the chance! I love a B-Girl (Sara last year was, I believe, the first B-Girl to make the Top Twenty, and she was great), and I am rooting for her to go far.

This is Kourtni Lind, and while I disapprove heartily of the spelling of her first name, she is a very talented and cool contemporary dancer. She’s the one whose audition piece was danced to a spoken-word Ani Difranco track — a move that is suspect at best. Let me tell you, though, she made that shit work. She’s one of the few contemporary dancers who doesn’t seem to be aimlessly flailing about*, but rather seems purposeful and thoughtful and lyrical. She’s the tallest female dancer at 5′9″, and dances with a 6′3″ partner - hooray for tall people! Like her.

*OK, I don’t necessarily understand contemporary dance - it’s very hit-or-miss with me, and I never have much of substance to say about it. I have a strong preference for the hip hop (which, duh, you can see represented here), and almost zero to say about ballroom. That may change as the show goes on, depending on the routines we get to see.

I have also really liked watching Courtney Galliano (left) and Chelsea Traille (right), who are both contemporary dancers as well. They are both gorgeous and compelling to watch, and neither of them look like the cookie-cutter blonde dancers who all seem like variants of the general model of female student who populates New Wye. I’d like to see each of them do their own style, and I’d like to see how well they can handle some hard-hitting hip hop, then I’ll let you know what I think!

It looks like this is going to be another great season! Luckily I won’t have much of a problem catching the episodes despite my cable-less existence: my friends are all watching it too, so I’ve been able to watch it at a friend’s house (much fun! but also too much girl screaming to hear the judges…) and it has been fairly easy to acquire through other means. Either way, I’ll be tuning in all summer, so be prepared for a lot of dance talk on this site! If you watch it too, please join in!

OMG YOU GUYS

Top Chef was a total nail biter tonight. So stressful it almost made me forget about the dancing. Will post fuller thoughts later, if anyone cares, which is unlikely.

A Big Night for TV and Pants

Tonight is the first performance (as opposed to audition) episode of the Best Summer Reality Show Ever, aka So You Think You Can Dance. The top twenty dancers will be paired up into ten couples and will each dance a number. I can’t wait! Two awesome hours of dancing! Or an hour of dancing, half an hour of filler, and half an hour of ads. Whatever, still PSYCHED.

Then! Just at the point when my TV-Happy brain chemistry will be at the apex of its intoxication, just when it will seem that things can’t get any better, it’s the Top Chef finale! Go Stephanie! Also, Go Blais! Also also, GO AWAY, LISA!

Not having TV at home makes the prospect of heading to my friend S’s place to watch these shows seem like a Special Event. I mean, I’ll be watching TV outside of the comfort of my own home — probably even wearing pants! I know, right?

What I’m Listening to Tonight: Thriller

Obviously, you need no introduction to The King of Pop. What you may not know, though, if you don’t watch all of the dance shows I do, is that this year is the 25th anniversary of Thriller, one of the greatest albums of our time. Oh yes, indeed.

Dance shows have been capitalizing on the excellence of Thriller, making contestants do Thriller-related routines as part of the competitions. Rightfully so! MJ’s awesomely funky beats will make anything and everything better, even if that anything is a badly produced and badly edited dance crew competition show that should have been replete with extreme awesomeness and, disappointingly, was not. Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew, I am looking at you.

The reason Michael Jackson makes everything better is that when listening to his music it is completely impossible not to jump up off of your butt and start shaking your thang. This is as true today as it was 25 years ago. When the album came out, I was in kindergarten. I listened to it day in and day out, until my stupid mother got so sick of it (and so sick of the awesome dace routine I was choreographing to it, which necessitated a lot of couch jumping and, possibly, some crashing around into other furniture) that she took the cassette tape away. Luckily I am an adult now with my own furniture to jump on and my own very loud stereo. Well, what are you gonna do NOW, MOTHER? MWA HA HA HA HA.

Now that that’s out of my system, let’s listen to some tracks:

Billie Jean


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Beat It


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Thriller


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