Friday, November 05, 2004
Life is Worth Living Again
The long national nightmare is over. The OC has returned on FOX.
It sounds incredibly foolish now, I know, but for a moment I was actually worried that the season premiere might not be the greatest single artisitic accomplishment in the history of man. With Desperate Housewives grabbing for the camp crown and Everwood working the teen drama angle for all its worth, it seemed just barely possible that The OC might not resoundingly exceed all expectations. Of course, those fears were banished even before the plaintive tones of "California... California..." wrapped us in their warm, loving embrace. In the opening scene, Brows Gallagher stepped up to the plate by apparently deciding that Sandy ought to have some sort of unidentifiable accent this season, alternately dropping his "r"s and fiercely rolling them with mad pirate-on-the-high-seas style. Genuis on a Steven Hawking level.
Nor did the rest of the episode disappoint. From Marissa's chair flinging freakout to Theresa's highly implausible and frighteningly monotoned lie to the reemergence of Luke's Gay Dad, there were high points a plenty. And no trace of Oliver or Rooney in sight.
Make no mistake about it, this is a great time to be alive.
The long national nightmare is over. The OC has returned on FOX.
It sounds incredibly foolish now, I know, but for a moment I was actually worried that the season premiere might not be the greatest single artisitic accomplishment in the history of man. With Desperate Housewives grabbing for the camp crown and Everwood working the teen drama angle for all its worth, it seemed just barely possible that The OC might not resoundingly exceed all expectations. Of course, those fears were banished even before the plaintive tones of "California... California..." wrapped us in their warm, loving embrace. In the opening scene, Brows Gallagher stepped up to the plate by apparently deciding that Sandy ought to have some sort of unidentifiable accent this season, alternately dropping his "r"s and fiercely rolling them with mad pirate-on-the-high-seas style. Genuis on a Steven Hawking level.
Nor did the rest of the episode disappoint. From Marissa's chair flinging freakout to Theresa's highly implausible and frighteningly monotoned lie to the reemergence of Luke's Gay Dad, there were high points a plenty. And no trace of Oliver or Rooney in sight.
Make no mistake about it, this is a great time to be alive.
