We watch... so you don't have to.
Delightful? Uh, Okay
I was wondering if I wanted to write a follow-up to my Carnivàle skewering of last year when Lisa sent her piece around the office. That means I can scribble up something shorter and even less coherent than usual and get away with it, so here goes.
I'm still following the show religiously (pun not intended but worthwhile anyway) and I still don't quite understand why. The best I can come up with is to say this: Carnivàle is like methadone. It's no fun, but you can't stop taking it.
Especially since the new episodes seem as determined as ever to say, "Nope, nothing going to happen this week, either."
Maybe it was last season's finale, which was so incredible, it made the whole season worth it. Although I wondered, after seeing it, if the episode was so great only because so much nothing had happened all season or if they could've made every episode just as good. Maybe I'm expecting something similarly awesome this entire season. Perhaps I'm willing to suffer through uncountable shows about nothing much at all just to get the rush of that finale. I don't know.
It could be that I want to see Cynthia Ettinger naked some more. She was on one of the L&O shows last season, I think it was, and I remember shouting to my wife, "There she is! There she is! But she's NOT NAKED!"
The only thing better than that would be seeing Amanda Aday brought back from limbo or wherever she is so she can get naked. But then, she's Meat Loaf's daughter, so that would mean another hot bath and some iodine to wash off the icky feeling.
Whatever my reasons for sticking around, I am sticking around Carnivàle. I'm just not sure if that's a good thing.
