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some_stars) wrote2011-11-10 06:00 pm
some_stars) wrote2011-11-10 06:00 pm
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I have once again lost the ability to procrastinate and distract myself with things that I actually care about, as that is much too high-stress because 1.) I don't want to have that many feelings right now, and 2.) what if I get them wrong. But not watching TV is really not an option, especially this evening when I got back from running some errands and felt my brain gearing up for a running leap off a cliff. So what I needed was something completely undemanding, but entertaining enough to keep me distracted, and preferably full of gay, since I've been feeling increasingly hetero-bruised by my media lately. It is for this reason, and in this fashion, that I began to watch Dante's Cove. And it turns out to be exactly what I needed.
It also turns out to be even more terrible than I expected--and I was expecting some serious shit--but at the moment, that's actually working in its favor, because I can't be anxious about it, or get overwhelmed with feelings. It's just the perfect blend of atrociously written and acted melodrama, atrociously written and acted softcore porn, and hilarious "plot" interludes. I'm not usually a big fan of "so bad it's good" because it rarely actually is bad enough, in the right ways, to be good--but this is. Oh, it's so awful and perfect. So far, anyway; I'm only 44 minutes into the first episode, though I can't see what could go wrong. (And I confess I did have actual real live Feelings--not a threatening amount, just pleasantly wobbly--about the dudes having tearful makeup/goodbye sex on the beach to CW-style musical accompaniment. It really doesn't take much.)
It also turns out to be even more terrible than I expected--and I was expecting some serious shit--but at the moment, that's actually working in its favor, because I can't be anxious about it, or get overwhelmed with feelings. It's just the perfect blend of atrociously written and acted melodrama, atrociously written and acted softcore porn, and hilarious "plot" interludes. I'm not usually a big fan of "so bad it's good" because it rarely actually is bad enough, in the right ways, to be good--but this is. Oh, it's so awful and perfect. So far, anyway; I'm only 44 minutes into the first episode, though I can't see what could go wrong. (And I confess I did have actual real live Feelings--not a threatening amount, just pleasantly wobbly--about the dudes having tearful makeup/goodbye sex on the beach to CW-style musical accompaniment. It really doesn't take much.)