I just finished season two of the CW's Supernatural. Unfortunately, I don't have access to season three at the moment, so I have to take a 24-hour break before I can continue feeding my obsession. I should have known better than to start a show with multiple back-seasons in the middle of the semester, but I thought it couldn't hurt. It's nice to take a break from my life and see someone else's is even more messed up.
Then again, there's something attractive about Dean and Sam's life. Sure, they're hot, bad-A brothers fighting demons (both literal and metaphorical) and winning, but beyond that I envy the freedom they have. There are so many things they don't have to be or worry about, Sam can study whatever and whenever, they have an awesome car, and there's a big wide American interstate network for them to explore.
On the other hand, both of their parents are dead and their lives are in constant danger, but what is that compared to freedom and enjoying that kind of family loyalty? No matter how many hours Dean makes Sam listen to 80's metal (possibly my first buy-in to Dean's character), in the end you know that they would die for each other. Perhaps I'm living out my hopes and dreams vicariously through the Winchester brothers. Somebody get me season three!
I can admit that I have a problem of the addictive sort when it comes to pop culture, but I'll argue that part of my enthusiasm comes from a fascination with American storytelling. This show is a great example - taking on the myths and legends of the unseen world is a pretty tall order, and they've been at it for seven seasons. Every now and again there's a creepy episode (usually involving children) that I wish they hadn't tackled, but just like with Buffy, I'm glad that someone is taking on the question of evil.
So what's the point? I watch the shows because I'm caught up in some part of the characters, but I also love seeing the way they tell the stories, the way heroes are made and destroyed. Sometimes it makes me sad for my generation, but other times it teaches me to hope. (I wonder whether they tackle the question of God, and of good, more in the next few seasons... no, don't tell me, I can imdb it if the suspense gets to be too much.) Maybe it can inspire a few more people to fight demons - in any sense. And that would make it all worth it.
Oh, and along with that note to self... take a flashlight next time you take the garbage out post -season finale. A real hunt always starts with casualties and, well, you're the casualty type :P
No comments:
Post a Comment