Wednesday, September 27, 2006

"I'm okay! I'm okay!": Gilmore Girls season seven premiere

What if they threw a Gilmore Girls and no one talked all that fast? And what if when they DID talk fast, it all rang hollow and false? And what if the pop culture references were all a little too depressingly post-1950?

To tell you the truth, it wouldn't be all that bad, as season seven's premiere evinced Tuesday night. Was it the best episode of the show ever? No. But it wasn't the train wreck it could have been (like when David Milch left NYPD Blue or Aaron Sorkin left The West Wing). There's a lot of room for improvement, and it's hard to shake the feeling that you're watching some weird Gilmore Girls spinoff that's more dramatically inclined (granted, with all of the same actors and sets), but what was there was pretty solid, even mixing in a few laughs.

(Also, if you haven't watched, don't think too hard about the image above, okay? It'll be better if you don't. Promise.)

For the most part, Dave Rosenthal wrote himself out of the tiny little corner Amy Sherman-Palladino had painted him in to, even if it took a lot of dramatic, borderline depressing scenes to do so. He also has a way with comedy, giving most of it to the show's bit players, since the central two couples of the show were in dire straits (Babette's monologue about her intimates was a particular highlight). There's a bit more of the obvious sitcom to Rosenthal's touch (after all, a car did drive through a building in this episode), but it's clear the show isn't in completely incompetent hands. And that's reason for a sigh of relief.

Now we just have to hope the next 21 don't suck.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm scared! :(