I’ll write more about it in my TV review column this weekend, because the second series started over in the US this week, but for those of you on this side of the Atlantic, I wanted to let you know that the excellent Veronica Mars begins on Living TV on Monday at 6.05pm and if you happen to be in and happen to have Living TV available to you, I heartily recommend you watch it. It’s excellent TV, well-written, beautifully acted, with twists and turns you probably won’t see coming and a season-long mystery that’s not only interesting and involving but actually gets resolved at the end of the series, rather than just leaving you hanging with the vague promise that maybe, someday, the writers might bother to come up with an answer themselves.
But, don’t just take my word for it about how good Veronica Mars is. See what Joss Whedon (he’s the guy who created Buffy, Angel and Firefly, amongst others) has to say about it:
I can no longer restrain myself. Best. Show. Ever. Seriously, I’ve never gotten more wrapped up in a show I wasn’t making, and maybe even more than those. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion, I mean BIG, and charsimatic actors and I was just DYING from the mystery and the relationships and PAIN, this show knows from pain and no, I don’t care, laugh all you want, I had to share this. These guys know what they’re doing on a level that intimidates me. It’s the Harry Potter of shows. There. I said it. People should do whatever they can to check out this first season so the second won’t be a spoiler fest.
Oh, and Kevin Smith likes it too:
This is, hands-down, the best show on television right now, and proof that TV can be far better than cinema. The cast is pretty uniformly excellent, and the dialogue crackles. Excellent characterization – even with the day-players – makes it the most engaging new show I’ve seen since “Degrassi: The Next Generation”, but the heart and soul of the show is the relationship between Father and Daughter, Keith and Veronica Mars.
The fact that Kristen Bell and Enrico Colantoni (“Those poor people…” from the severely underrated “Galaxy Quest”) weren’t Emmy nominated proves how fucking out of touch and useless the Emmy Awards are to begin with. The tender and witty repartee between these two wonderful actors makes you want to be a better parent. And a big shout-out to Jason Dohring’s Logan Echolls - a masterfully designed and performed nemesis whose twists and turns are always credible.
The show is basically an amalgam of some of the best TV ever produced, with each formula improved upon – chiefly, one clearly sees a “Twin Peaks” influence, with the year-long mystery surrounding the murder of party girl Lilly Kane. But whereas I always felt the brilliant “Twin Peaks” should’ve been a maxi-series, wrapping up the Laura Palmer murder in twelve episodes, “Mars” manages to thread the needle with the Lilly Kane murder so well, it never feels marginalized or played out over 22 episodes. And unlike “Peaks”, when the murderer is revealed and the storyline wrapped up in the final ep, it doesn’t feel like the show’s outlived its relevance; thanks to the crisp writing, the deft fleshing-out of the “Mars” universe and the endearing cast, you’re left wanting Veronica’s story to continue.
In fact, both of them like it so much, they’re going to appear in the second season at some point.
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