|11:10 pm - Football, Racecars, and Democracy: An All-American Post|
I am about to make a statement that will please, like, eighty percent of my flist:
I've watched the first four episodes of Friday Night Lights, and I like it. I don't love it, but I can't stop watching. Even though I don't actually like many of the characters or the town in general, there's just something about the look and feel and atmosphere that draws you in. The pilot felt more like an indie film than a television show, and subsequent episodes have felt a little more like a television show, which is both good and bad. It's odd because, paradoxically, I feel like the show is completely forgettable because it is so far from my high school experience as to be an alternate universe, but it stays with you somehow. I watched three episodes yesterday and woke up this morning wanting to go back to Dillon, Texas.
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