I've learned how to laugh and I've learned how to pray
Several years ago our pastor recommended a movie he and his wife had seen over the weekend. He told us it was a movie with a Christian theme, filmed by a Christian studio, that they had really enjoyed it, and we should go see it. So, being the compliant, obedient rule-followers that we are, my wife and I went to see it.
It was not great.
It was not good.
I am not the target audience for Gilmore Girls.
Gilmore Girls was on the WB, was ostensibly about a mother/daughter (Lorelei/Rory) who were best friends, and had a lot of talking. A lot of talking. Enough talking to make Aaron Sorkin look terse. Scripts for the show were famously 50% longer than any other show on TV because there was SO. MUCH. TALKING.
All of that means the target audience was a third to half my age and a different gender.
And yet, were I to have to choose between my heretofore favorite comedy (the first five years of Cheers) and GG for the infamous desert island, I would be hard-pressed to pick.
The Good Wife has long been my favorite show on TV.1 It’s legal shenanigans are often ludicrous but always fascinating, it has some of the most well-written and well-developed characters around, and many of those characters are multi-faceted women that are the antithesis of the one-notes we usually get on network TV.
A couple of weeks ago, the title character, Alicia Florrick, has a bombshell dropped on her when Eli, a long-time associate and friend, tells her that he once did something that interfered with Alicia’s relationship with another man she loved. Eli is telling her in order to ask for her forgiveness, but until now, she didn’t even know it had happened.