Sat, 9/3/05
Saturday 3 September 2005 @ 3:05 pm

Sat, 9/3/05

I wake up around eleven and head downstairs to find Jen in Harley’s room, playing “Groovy Girls” bingo. I get dressed and head over to Quizno’s to get Jen a veggie sub and Harley a turkey sub Kid’s Meal. I bring the dogs with me and get them burgers at Wendy’s.

I come home and the girls start eating in the room, ‘til Reyna shows up, at which point Harley heads off to hang out with Reyna, and Jen and I spend the whole day in the bedroom, watching “Veronica Mars”.

Jay and Chay stop in, after grabbing Jen some In & Out. After our rave reviews, they take the first half of the “Mars” discs to watch downstairs.

Harley goes to Chuck E. Cheese with Reyna, then comes home around eight. We put her to bed, then finish watching out the rest of “Mars” Season One.

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.

If you haven’t seen this show, good God, get your hands on the Season One box set. Sadly, it arrives in stores a few weeks after the start of season two, so if you haven’t seen any of Season One, make sure to TiVo Season Two’s first few eps, but don’t watch them, ‘lest you spoil the amazingly plotted Season One (however, I will say this: I was informed who the killer was before I even started watching “Mars”, and even so, it never took anything away from my enjoyment of the run).

In a lifetime of dedicated television watching, “Veronica Mars” is easily one of the five best shows I’ve ever dug.

After watching the seat-of-your-pants season finale, Schwalbach and I go to bed around one, as sated as if we’d been fucking for twenty two hours, instead of simply watching a TV show.


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