There are dozens of reasons to love Criminal Minds, many of them which serve to elevate the program far, far above everything else in the crime procedural genre, but one of my favorites is that they don’t strip their victims of their autonomy. (Mild spoilers after the jump)
Supernatural strikes a perfect balance between somber and fun, and that makes its glaring faults all the more disappointing.
Don’t get me wrong — I am a fan of True Blood and always have been. It’s pulling down the mantle of many taboos (If only within the relatively safe space of premium cable television), and I absolutely give it credit for that. The current arc, however, is disturbing to that fundamental part of me that recoils at strong women being turned into sexist cliche for the sake of entertainment.
I have a love/hate relationship with Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire series. I’ve read most of the books (Having skipped a couple for dubious content above and beyond the norm), and while the writing is only marginally better than something like Twilight or a mediocre fan-fic, I can’t deny that the books are kinda like potato chips: You can’t stop reading them even though you know they’re bad for you, and you end up feeling vaguely guilty for enjoying them as much as you did.
If you haven’t seen the new Star Trek movie yet, surely you’re one of the few left. It grossed $72.5 million in its opening weekend, and if the buzz on the internet is anything to go by, that success is only going to continue through the summer. As someone raised in a family [...]
