I have that strange and indescribable feeling…of emotion pent up, but not really pent up…not stressful, that I get when I’ve just experienced art that connects with me. I guess it’s sort of a wrestlessness, but of positive energy and strong emotion…obviously, difficult to describe. It’s sort of like having an energy source in my chest, and I want to outstretch my arms and let a warm light flow to envelope my loved ones with peace and harmony.
A little strange, I guess, because I just finished watching Season One of the Showtime original series Dead Like Me on DVD. How can a series about Death make me feel so alive? My point exactly!
I have been meaning to finish watching it all year long, and as I got the second season this Christmas I thought it would be fitting to re-watch (er, ah finish watching) the first season before moving on to the second. I had thought I watched all the episodes as they aired on Showtime, I realized that there were a some that were familiar, but yet some that were completely new. And in each of them, I noticed several nuances and references that I had missed the first time around. I had found the show fascinating and captivating in the first place. But those newly noticed bits made me realize just how much thought and attention to detail went into the writing and production of each episode. So many themes and thoughts interwoven on many layers giving dimension, converging in the end only to bring into focus the dimension that was there all along.
Now I’m ready and eager to dive into Season Two. And of course I’d highly reccommend this show to anyone, but especially those who enjoy pondering not just top level stories, but also sub-plots and the evolution of characters throughout the season. While there’s certainly a place for sitcoms and 37 flavors of CSI, it I’m thankful that a team of people and a network produced a thought-provoking drama.