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Where do I start. This fucking show. THIS. FUCKING. SHOW.
So, I've been watching The Tudors. At this point, episode 10 of season 2, I only have one question: Why Am I Still Watching This Shit? Everyone left is an insufferable douchenozzle, except for Elizabeth, but she's so young and everyone's constantly berating her that the only joy I find is thinking of the looks on all their hateful little assfaces down in hell when she becomes the best monarch their shitty little country will ever have.
I'm just a wee bit upset.
See, there were only two characters I remotely cared for and they both died half way through the second season. I have no excuse. I'm a history person; hell, I like history so much I have a worthless degree in the godforsaken field. Jesus M. F-ing. H. Christ, I knew what was coming: A dramatization of some of the most misogynistic and needlessly brutal shit to go down in English history. But hey! People seem to really like it. Now that we have Netflix, I might as well give it a whirl. Turns out I would have been better off marveling at the god-like beauty of Andy Whitfield for another 13 hours as I re-watched the blood orgy that is Spartacus: Blood and Sand. At least that show has the fucking decency to have a last episode titled "Kill Them All". And guess what goddamn happens to almost all the asshats in that one?
It's not even horrible the way True Blood is horrible, where everyone's kind of a dick but enough of them are really awesome in spite of, or even because of their dickishness that it only adds to the overall "this is a fabulous B-Movie/fanfiction that has jumped so many sharks it's launched itself into space and, Baby, we're going to the fucking Moon!" attitude of the whole enterprise. Originally I kinda thought it was just going to be a lot of arty sex with some boobs and a dash of politics and Thomas Moore "Oh you!"-ing the king as his head flies off. I've never been more disappointed to be wrong. Fuck, I'm glad season 3 isn't available streaming. I'd probably watch it because I have problems with deep self-loathing where I apparently force myself to watch worthless-ass pieces of shittastic television.
Seriously, this show's giving me motherfucking tourettes. Sorry I wasn't very creative with my swearing. I'm going to go watch "Spring Breakout" to make myself feel better.
So, I've been watching The Tudors. At this point, episode 10 of season 2, I only have one question: Why Am I Still Watching This Shit? Everyone left is an insufferable douchenozzle, except for Elizabeth, but she's so young and everyone's constantly berating her that the only joy I find is thinking of the looks on all their hateful little assfaces down in hell when she becomes the best monarch their shitty little country will ever have.
I'm just a wee bit upset.
See, there were only two characters I remotely cared for and they both died half way through the second season. I have no excuse. I'm a history person; hell, I like history so much I have a worthless degree in the godforsaken field. Jesus M. F-ing. H. Christ, I knew what was coming: A dramatization of some of the most misogynistic and needlessly brutal shit to go down in English history. But hey! People seem to really like it. Now that we have Netflix, I might as well give it a whirl. Turns out I would have been better off marveling at the god-like beauty of Andy Whitfield for another 13 hours as I re-watched the blood orgy that is Spartacus: Blood and Sand. At least that show has the fucking decency to have a last episode titled "Kill Them All". And guess what goddamn happens to almost all the asshats in that one?
It's not even horrible the way True Blood is horrible, where everyone's kind of a dick but enough of them are really awesome in spite of, or even because of their dickishness that it only adds to the overall "this is a fabulous B-Movie/fanfiction that has jumped so many sharks it's launched itself into space and, Baby, we're going to the fucking Moon!" attitude of the whole enterprise. Originally I kinda thought it was just going to be a lot of arty sex with some boobs and a dash of politics and Thomas Moore "Oh you!"-ing the king as his head flies off. I've never been more disappointed to be wrong. Fuck, I'm glad season 3 isn't available streaming. I'd probably watch it because I have problems with deep self-loathing where I apparently force myself to watch worthless-ass pieces of shittastic television.
Seriously, this show's giving me motherfucking tourettes. Sorry I wasn't very creative with my swearing. I'm going to go watch "Spring Breakout" to make myself feel better.
