Mars 1, Type Face 0
Jan. 8th, 2008 01:09 pmI finally sat down to more than the off episode or two of Veronica Mars last night with
darkling1 and
feiran. Before
bigscary gets too excited, I have to say that I was still right about not liking it especially and yet wrong about it's being utterly worthless.
Why not like it? I hate Veronica. Thought I would from the little I knew of her, watched three episodes and sure enough, I do. I dislike her immensely and I do not like the fact that her oh-so-impossibly-mary-sue-esque tragic life makes me a horrible person for hating her. I'm sorry, but she's run up against caricatures. The new police chief or whoever? The only thing he didn't do was rape her himself (and stomp on a puppy). Ditto the guy who was dating her murdered friend. The biker-dude-with-a-heart-of-gold (well, at least feminism has changed the gender of that stereotype). The out-of-the-blue hottie (who is headed for some kind of last-minute pushy-about-sex boyfriend stereotyping, I can already feel it).
My worst bugaboo about this series is the idea that, at a school like the one she attends, OMG NO ONE WOULD ACT THE WAY THEY DO. They're about one order of magnitude richer than the public high school I went to, but the kids in my high school acted at least as entitled as the bitches on this show and they STILL did not act in the conveniently angst-generating way that people on this show do. When you're a teenager with that kind of entitlement, you certain as shit don't give a fuck what someone's dad did and use that to influence your opinion of them. I GUARAN-FUCKING-TEE IT, okay? I promise, promise, promise that kids raised to be that spoiled don't give a shit if their parents are tarred and feathered so long as they can have the car keys, use of the vacation house in Cabo, and a trip to Europe once a year. THEY. DO. NOT. CARE.
If they'd said that Veronica's family's ensuing poorness was the ENTIRE reason to kick her out of the circle, then I might have believed it. Still, if her "friends" were so shallow, why was this supposedly sassy, smart chick hanging out with them? She could find more stimulating friendship under a bridge at 3 am. Ugh, I hate when adults who felt like they were ostracized in high school write stories about being ostracized in high school. I'm sorry, but life is nothing like television, and this entire set up screams of a bitter wallflower writer raised on too many television-school shows. (90210 wasn't this angsty, and that says something.)
I am reminded of these stupid forums we had in high school where such hard-hitting questions as "Do you feel people treat you worse based on how you dress?" There was this total pot-smoking trashoid who got all weepy about how people treat him like an idiot because they think his choice of hang-out spot (the smoking circle on the edge of campus) and clothing (black and smelling of smoke) meant he was stoner. Clue-in, lame-o, you WERE a stoner. It marked the one and only time I spoke up in forums. I told him, literally, that real life is not like Dawson's Creek (the Veronica Mars of its day), and that there wasn't some rich-bitch cabal to keep him out of the keggers in the rich quadrant of town. They just didn't think of him, period, get used to it. I dunno that being non-existent or unnoticed is better than being actively loathed for HIM, but I'd certainly prefer it to thinking people are taking time out of their day to hate me for absolutely no reason. As long as I can ignore them back, I say live and let live.
I'll be fair, now, and say that Veronica Mars did get slightly better with two or three episodes in, but it's still not tweaking my interest. I can't believe that, after the shit-tacular pilot, this show got picked up. That was the most smarmy, annoying, dead thing I've seen in forever. It's like it was written by some dude trying to approximate all the things that straw-feminists say are awful about men (they are rapists! they let rapists go! they make lousy boyfriends! they're not in touch with their feelings!) in a one-hour period. Fuck that.
Credit where credit is due, it was still better than the documentary Helvetica which I rented for no reason. There's plenty of ways to make a documentary about something obscure with a devoted, geekish following, but this wasn't it. They threw a bunch of graphic designers together and basically just had them wax poetic about how important a font was or was not to them. They did the documentary-requisite "I HATE HELVETICA!" "I LOVE HELVETICA" stuff, and that's all I got out of it.
Why not like it? I hate Veronica. Thought I would from the little I knew of her, watched three episodes and sure enough, I do. I dislike her immensely and I do not like the fact that her oh-so-impossibly-mary-sue-esque tragic life makes me a horrible person for hating her. I'm sorry, but she's run up against caricatures. The new police chief or whoever? The only thing he didn't do was rape her himself (and stomp on a puppy). Ditto the guy who was dating her murdered friend. The biker-dude-with-a-heart-of-gold (well, at least feminism has changed the gender of that stereotype). The out-of-the-blue hottie (who is headed for some kind of last-minute pushy-about-sex boyfriend stereotyping, I can already feel it).
My worst bugaboo about this series is the idea that, at a school like the one she attends, OMG NO ONE WOULD ACT THE WAY THEY DO. They're about one order of magnitude richer than the public high school I went to, but the kids in my high school acted at least as entitled as the bitches on this show and they STILL did not act in the conveniently angst-generating way that people on this show do. When you're a teenager with that kind of entitlement, you certain as shit don't give a fuck what someone's dad did and use that to influence your opinion of them. I GUARAN-FUCKING-TEE IT, okay? I promise, promise, promise that kids raised to be that spoiled don't give a shit if their parents are tarred and feathered so long as they can have the car keys, use of the vacation house in Cabo, and a trip to Europe once a year. THEY. DO. NOT. CARE.
If they'd said that Veronica's family's ensuing poorness was the ENTIRE reason to kick her out of the circle, then I might have believed it. Still, if her "friends" were so shallow, why was this supposedly sassy, smart chick hanging out with them? She could find more stimulating friendship under a bridge at 3 am. Ugh, I hate when adults who felt like they were ostracized in high school write stories about being ostracized in high school. I'm sorry, but life is nothing like television, and this entire set up screams of a bitter wallflower writer raised on too many television-school shows. (90210 wasn't this angsty, and that says something.)
I am reminded of these stupid forums we had in high school where such hard-hitting questions as "Do you feel people treat you worse based on how you dress?" There was this total pot-smoking trashoid who got all weepy about how people treat him like an idiot because they think his choice of hang-out spot (the smoking circle on the edge of campus) and clothing (black and smelling of smoke) meant he was stoner. Clue-in, lame-o, you WERE a stoner. It marked the one and only time I spoke up in forums. I told him, literally, that real life is not like Dawson's Creek (the Veronica Mars of its day), and that there wasn't some rich-bitch cabal to keep him out of the keggers in the rich quadrant of town. They just didn't think of him, period, get used to it. I dunno that being non-existent or unnoticed is better than being actively loathed for HIM, but I'd certainly prefer it to thinking people are taking time out of their day to hate me for absolutely no reason. As long as I can ignore them back, I say live and let live.
I'll be fair, now, and say that Veronica Mars did get slightly better with two or three episodes in, but it's still not tweaking my interest. I can't believe that, after the shit-tacular pilot, this show got picked up. That was the most smarmy, annoying, dead thing I've seen in forever. It's like it was written by some dude trying to approximate all the things that straw-feminists say are awful about men (they are rapists! they let rapists go! they make lousy boyfriends! they're not in touch with their feelings!) in a one-hour period. Fuck that.
Credit where credit is due, it was still better than the documentary Helvetica which I rented for no reason. There's plenty of ways to make a documentary about something obscure with a devoted, geekish following, but this wasn't it. They threw a bunch of graphic designers together and basically just had them wax poetic about how important a font was or was not to them. They did the documentary-requisite "I HATE HELVETICA!" "I LOVE HELVETICA" stuff, and that's all I got out of it.
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Date: 2008-01-08 07:41 pm (UTC)