No spoilers – just recs and chats and wine.
If you’re in the hunt for a television show that will keep you entertained, make you smile, move you to tears at times and make you think about the role of the small town on personality and upbringing, look no further than Friday Night Lights.
There are fifty episodes spread over three seasons, in the combination 22/15/13 eps per series. The fantastic news is – after a wait of a couple of years – FNL is in production for its fourth season so fans can continue to look forward to new episodes over the coming months.
Again, I was too quick to judge when FNL was recommended to me. Again, Amy – friend and writer of the fabbo Never True Tales - was The Enabler: ’watch it,’ I’m sure she said. ’You don’t need to like football or sports of any kind. And it’s not just a teen drama. It’s so much more.’
It may seem as though I don’t trust Amy’s judgment. Considering I thought I would hate The Gilmore Girls and I turned my nose up (slightly) at the idea of FNL, it might appear as though I think her opinions invalid. NO WAY! However, I didn’t want a ‘BH 90210′-type of show in my life as I entered the naughty forties. I didn’t want to be reminded that teenagers were beautiful, perfect and had all the fun, whereas women my age could look forward to Botox instead of beer and burgers! Just kidding. (about the Botox, anyway, coz there is always room for beer!)
FNL is so much more than this. TRUE, the actors in the show are glamorous. They really are – even the academic, kind Landry (played beautifully by Jesse Plemons) who is supposed to be the aesthetically displeasing is so appealing, you end up forgetting he is the dork of the cast.
It’s a warm, rich show. It focuses on relationships between parents and their children, teenagers as they establish their ties with each other, grandparents and grandkids, couples and their long-term or short term partners. Football is at the crux of the program, but it’s merely a kick-off point for the real issues about Small Town Syndrome, Sporting Heroes (when sport is no longer an option) mistakes, flaws, education, quests, responsibilities, the concept of ‘white trash’ V ‘privileged’ and learning about life.
The TV show is based on the book and movie of the same name, but it’s not necessary to be familiar with either option.
So, if you have 50 hours of relaxation to do – over hundreds of nights, or *sighs* in a marathon block – give FNL a go. Trust Amy. I always do!
Serve FNL with a Australian Coonawarra Cabinet Sauvignon and home-made pizza (potato, rosemary, olive oil, garlic, taleggio cheese)
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8 Responses to Box-Set Blues Friday
*adds to list* it just keeps getting longer…
LOL. *slaps you*
This one is a goodie. Hey, I only watch an hour of TV a day!!!! YOu can do this!
I have to laugh, even though I understand the fury coursing through you! Me -- I would have thrown said trakkies away. I have been known to cut vomit-covered clothing from the bodies of my children rather than drag said items over their heads (then requiring vomit bits to be removed from hair). On a serious note -- I do hope you are feeling a bit better, and hope to see you Thurs.
Sorry Rosey, but I too, had a LOL at your expense!! There is NOTHING worse than the smell of dog's s**t……….even once removed, the stench seem to linger in the olfactory area of one's brain, sending you into a perpetual state of paranoid sniffing at every shoe sole within reach!!!! Just thank heavens Chicken McLicken wasn't about, you'd have been doused in a chemical concoction, likely to remove every layer of skin you possess. Oh well, at least Effing still lurves ya baby!!!! xoxoxo
Hey lovie. Hope all bodes well for germ-free meet up. Oh, I ended up throwing those trakkies away, for sure. YUK. Just NO!
I am feeling better thanks. It doesn't make me love the dog more, tho *g*. See you Thursday, pox permitting x
Oh lady, I threw out offensive items (not the dog yet) but FFS! Twas not a good day, but it's nice to laugh about it now. I turned into Chickster with my cleaning, double-sanitizing, sniffing with paranoid overtures.
I believe I'm clean enough now, several days on.
It's FREEZING down here. Hope it's good up there. Saw your lovely people last night. They were all doing well. Miss you. Big hugs for you
So much to laugh at here though I shouldn't. Don't you love a dog's half arsed attempt to 'clean up' by just kicking up grass and excrement?
I'm sorry you landed on your bum in the wet in Melbourne winter. I hope you aren't stil sore and I hope Effings licks were helpful.
Hello madam artsez. I know there's a lot to laugh about, and I can now! The coccyx is fine (and so is my tailbone ; ) and the dog is still alive.
I think dog's kick their excretions due to spreading their scent? Because we know the world needs more of that!, lol
Thanks for visiting hon. Hope all is well with you x