It's funny, Buffy is still something that people who've never seen it still feel capable of slagging off. And I still get pretty defensive about it, because I loved it and spent so long defending it to people who though that just because it was about vampires it was stupid. But it felt like it was a programme that might as well have been designed for me - it was funny and sweet and so smart and feminist and scary and exciting and moving and I loved the characters and Joss Whedon wasn't scared of killing them off for the sake of the story. I think at its best it was genuinely great drama, and that was because however preposterous or melodramatic the situations might have been, the people were real. There are people who don't like anything supernatural because it's not "realistic", and I just don't get that. I mean, I hate most fantasy, because I don't like makey-up fantasylands in magical worlds where the people speak in fake archaic language - I like magic set in our world, or books in which people from our world enter magical places - like Narnia - or when the magic world is a parallel universe (a la Diana Wynne Jones) which is like our world with extra magicky bits, because it puts the magic into relief. It feels like magic. The magic has to be in context. And then it works. Then it is realistic. And when it works, I love it. And that's just one of the reasons why I love Buffy,
That, and the fact that Joss Whedon knows, especially in the second and third seasons, how to tell a really fucking great story. Roll on the box set!
And now I must go and pack and watch Peep Show (a new series! Hurrah! Although can they beat lines like "who needs love when you're doing it up the arse?" like the last magnificent series? Hey, it was hilarious in context). And then tomorrow is HOLIDAY! Me and Patsington on the road! HUZZAH! See you on Sunday, missbassey!