I've been watching Twin Peaks. I'm only three episodes in, so no spoilers, but I really like it. It's suspenseful and weird and I wonder how it got on TV in the first place. One thing I really like Twin Peaks it is the style of the show: stilted jazz plays at juke joints, Philip Glass-esque hums and drones populate funerals and parties, 17 year old girls have the hairstyles of heroines and femmes fatales from Dashiell Hammett potboilers. And because it's carried off with panache, it works.
Becky put another show with style on my Netflix queue:
Now let me get one thing strait: H.R. Pufnstuf sucks. The acting is shit, the title character is an effete, boring nobody, and the show is downright racist*. But it does have style. The Kroffts said "Fuck it, we've got limited talent, no voice acting, a warehouse full of felt and midgets, and $43, but we're doing this with panache." And they were successful. I don't know what that means for me, but I thought I'd observe. Also, this:
*Take a look at the "East Wind."
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