NBC’s Awake would have to do a lot more to keep me up. I generally like watching smart television shows, and Awake did very well with its pilot episode to show a pretty clever premise well executed, with promise of good things to come. Hook was firmly in cheek. But after 10 episodes of tugging and pulling, I’m close to cutting and running.
And I’m not the only one.
One thing that has sometimes bothered me about atheists is just how fundamentalist they can be. That’s not to excuse all the saints on the other side of the fence who are just as rigid. But to me, they often seem like two sides of the same coin.
There is a piece on NPR about a minister who recently lost her faith and subsequently converts to atheism. There was a bit of time where she would go about her duties as a minister, while inwardly, she had lost her Christian belief.
Here’s how she describes her conversion:
House of Lies ended without the bang promised by its finale’s title, “The Mayan Apocalypse,” although it did hit harder than I would have envisioned earlier in the season.
Originally, I started writing about this show in conjunction with Californication (which also ended on Sunday), contrasting the thematic overtones overlapping in the two shows. Thankfully, the show stood its ground with enough uniqueness to warrant its own, albeit scatterbrained article by this here writer.
Despite Californication‘s blur of themes in its fifth season finale, it’s wound me up for a somber season six. I was entertained, amused, moved, and for the most part, quite pleased with this run’s story arc. An arc just strong enough to overshadow any of my meandering misgivings.
Californication and House of Lies: Penultimate Moments Before the Storm ('Cause You Know It's Coming)March 26, 2012
One more episode till both Californication and House of Lies are in the rear view. The former is ending its fifth season, while the latter is a mere babe in its first. And if it were a competition, I’d say it were Hank and not Marty who’s captivated my interest, tugging at my heartstrings like a marionette.
Not good or bad. A work in progress. I guess.
That’s more or less ripped from a line in episode 8 of Californication (“Raw“; directed by Bart Freundlich), in reference to Hank’s younger counterpart, Tyler (Scott Michael Foster; Becca’s boyfriend). And in a round about way, that’s pretty much how I’m feeling about the series at the moment.
Now that we are past the midpoint of the alpha-male programming I’ve written about in the past, I figured it might be a good point to revisit some of my thoughts about Showtime’s Californication, and in a smaller way, House of Lies.
I didn’t initially think I’d want to do this, since television show reviews seem to be a quick hit grab in many a site, and they offer content that seems to be just a rehash of something I probably have already seen myself.
Notwithstanding, after watching the third episodes of both Californication and House of Lies, I couldn’t help thinking about the article I initially wrote after watching the respective season premieres.
Last week, I saw the season premiere of Californication, along with the very popular premiere of Showtime’s new House of Lies, starring Don Cheadle. I’ve been a “Hank Moody” fan for the past four seasons, so I was already looking forward toward the new season, but I caught on to House of Lies out of mere curiosity, not knowing too much about it beforehand.
I suppose I’ll leave a full-on review on either of these two series till their respective finales, but as I watched the second episodes of each of these shows, it got me to thinking.
Whimsy can be bad sometimes. Like, you wouldn’t want to find “whimsy” in a church service dedicated to worshiping the Almighty God. You wouldn’t want to find it beleaguered in a heated discussion during a committee meeting aimed at balancing a budget. Or what would be the point of whimsy during passionate lovemaking. Okay, maybe sometimes it might prove interesting.
But what would a Wes Anderson movie be without whimsy?
Sometimes something new isn’t necessarily good. It’s like that old t-shirt that you’ve had for many years that fits just right, or the memento that you’ve held on to for so long because it reminds you of a time gone by. There’s nothing that could replace it.
It’s nearly inevitable to think about these things at the turn of a year. Not that I’m much of a sentimentalist when it comes to these things. The midnight countdown came and went while I occupied myself with an online computer game. I was never one for tradition.