![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Cheesefest
For all the good TV out there right now (and I'm thinking Friday Night Lights, which blew me away last night, despite some possibly over-the-top-ness), I am incredibly susceptible to cheese.
What's cheese, you say? Well, there's cheddar and mozzarella and Monterey Jack and Camembert and brie and fontina and parmesan and gorgonzola, and come on, people, all behold the power of, and all that. Seriously.
But I mean, Cheese TV. Such as (prepare yourself) The Blue Lagoon. Which, okay, was a movie first, but I'm counting as TV anything I can flick around the channels and find on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
Which I did, today. Just in time to see those innocent kids discover the joy of kissing, and wind up pregnant in record time. I must have seen this movie a hundred times when I was too young to know better, but did it stop me from watching it today? Nope. Oh my god, it's bad. And so SO good.
I've moved on to the big dance finale of Center Stage, which counts as cheese if only because of Peter Gallagher playing a bitchy choreographer. Dance movies! So often cheese, and so delicious.
I'll need to tune in to something on PBS later, won't I?
What's cheese, you say? Well, there's cheddar and mozzarella and Monterey Jack and Camembert and brie and fontina and parmesan and gorgonzola, and come on, people, all behold the power of, and all that. Seriously.
But I mean, Cheese TV. Such as (prepare yourself) The Blue Lagoon. Which, okay, was a movie first, but I'm counting as TV anything I can flick around the channels and find on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
Which I did, today. Just in time to see those innocent kids discover the joy of kissing, and wind up pregnant in record time. I must have seen this movie a hundred times when I was too young to know better, but did it stop me from watching it today? Nope. Oh my god, it's bad. And so SO good.
I've moved on to the big dance finale of Center Stage, which counts as cheese if only because of Peter Gallagher playing a bitchy choreographer. Dance movies! So often cheese, and so delicious.
I'll need to tune in to something on PBS later, won't I?
Friday Night Lights
Re: Friday Night Lights
I want a Coach Taylor of my very own. And possibly a Saracen, who is the most adorable that ever adorabled.