TV Binge: Carmilla, the Self-Aware Lesbian Vampire YA Supernatural Romance Web Series You Can Watch for Free
Okay, so this is more of an internet binge, because Carmilla is on YouTube, but I watched the whole thing in one sitting. (It’s only, like, three hours long).
Thanks to a time-sucking demon called Netflix, I can now revisit my favourite childhood TV show and feel judgemental toward it.
Masters of Sex is interesting, because it’s one of the only TV shows that seems to have been made for the female gaze. That doesn’t mean I like it, though.
I’ve recently been re-watching Star Trek: The Next Generation on Netflix – which is a weird experience, because I haven’t seen it since I was a kid; more on that later – but I’ve been re-watching it, and I’m pleasantly surprised that a lot of the episodes I remember as being good actually still seem pretty good. And, one of the good-est ones is “Darmok.”
Dexter actually ended last summer and I didn’t get around to saying anything about it until now. So, that’s a promising start.
I write about watching social structures collapse on Game of Thrones, over at PopMatters (external link).
After seven seasons, True Blood died as it lived: randomly and stupidly, in a way that was often funny, and sometimes a little offensive.
It seems like almost every summer there’s an awkward new reality show that confuses Fun to Play with Fun to Watch. Last year, it was the murder mystery dinner game Whodunnit?, and this year it’s the LRPG-esque The Quest.
Season four was probably the best overall season of Game of Thrones so far. I really enjoyed watching it. I was shocked by one of the shocking surprises. I still had some of the same problems with the show’s presentation of gender and race. You know what I’m going to say.
I would call this a TV binge, but there’s really not enough of it for that. It’s more like a TV snack. It took four and half hours to watch and I kind of… didn’t like it as much as the first two series?
I’ve been thinking really hard about this, internet, and here’s what I’ve got: True Detective is about climbing into a bathtub with a philosophy major who skimmed the required reading, where both of you get high while he tells you the meaning of life, and you’re like, “Dude, you’re so pretty, I don’t even care if nothing you’re saying right now makes sense,” and hipster country music plays in the background. That’s what it felt like to me.
I’ve been watching Stargate SG-1 on Netflix. It’s like this sick addiction I can’t turn off. I watched it when it was originally on TV, too, but it was never one of my favourite shows, and it’s surprising how much I forgot about it.
When I was in grade four, my school had this total hard-on for pioneer times, and they used to make us watch Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman each week, before having a group discussion about what we learned. That’s right – there was a period of time, during my formative years, where my homework consisted of watching Jane Seymour and Joe Lando make out in the woods and then having a serious discussion about it. Thank you, Alberta public school system. This is probably why I always have to go on the internet and tell everyone about whatever crappy show I just watched.
Let’s not pretend that this is an example of amazingly feminist story-telling just because we like the female characters.