I’ve just started watching “The Gilmore Girls”. Yes, I know, this is something that people were excited about fourteen years ago, and that hasn’t even been on the air for the past seven years. You might very well ask where I’ve been all that time.
The answer is, I really don’t know. It seems I’m out of sync. Not having a television (for me it’s all Netflix) I pretty much missed the original phenomenon, except as heresay. Then last night, being curious, I clicked on it. And was instantly smitten.
Most TV shows are pretty badly written, so it was a revelation to see something so consistently well penned. It has carefully wrought relationships, truly witty banter, honestly earned irony (as opposed to cheap snark), and genuinely multi-dimensional characters, who also happen to actually be literate and well read.
Although I was mildly taken aback when Lorelai, in the third episode, referred to a male massage therapist as a “masseuse”. I hope it was an isolated lapse.
Other than that, I am completely in awe. Amy Sherman-Palladino, where have you been all my life? And where are you now?
Well, actually, I know where she is now. Resting up after her latest series “Bunheads”, which starred Sutton Foster, so I’m sure it was also wonderful. Alas, it is not on Netflix. 🙁
As the mother of a teenage daughter, I’ve watched all the Gilmore Girls episodes through (more than once for most of them) some years ago. We owned the complete boxed set. Great series! I was excited to learn some years later that Jane Espenson was a writer on some of the episodes in seasons 3-7. Somehow the connection to the Buffy world makes complete sense.