I’m spending this summer’s TV time on Winchesters,
Because most of my friends are hardcore investors.
Season One left me, frankly, shaking my head.
How are these Duke clones not already dead?
I don’t like Impalas, and neither is my “type,”
The things that they hunt are all bogans and snipe.
I mostly wanted them to STOP WITH THE TALKING.
Get on with the hunting and beheading and stalking.
Season Two was slightly better, less earnestly bad.
Eventually they got over their issues with Dad.
By Season Five, I admit I was hooked.
This show’s better than it initially looked.
It turns out, they needed to poke fun at themselves
While salting and burning the goblins and elves.
Plus wondrous Heaven opened, and deposited Cass.
God’s agenda gave the show quite a kick in the ass.
Ambiguous angel, can we trust him or not?
I’m still not sure, with how far I’ve got.
Sam and Dean are a co-dependent mess,
But I like them both and hope for the best.
They can’t get out of their own way, painfully so.
But their charming flaws are the heart of the show.
I’ve been to Hell and back twice, at the halfway point,
I expect to go again, before we blow this joint.
It’s preposterous fun, all wrapped in the boys,
With a side of humanity under the noise.
When the writing is suspect or the plot gets thin,
I excuse it ’til the good stuff starts up again.
Am I Superfan Becky? Don’t be an idjit.
I ain’t seen every little thing they did yet.
I’m watching Supernatural for the first time, and it’s grown on me a lot. The lesson there, in some ways, is that fans will excuse a few less than good episodes if you get the big thing right–main characters you care about and want to see succeed. Bonus points if you read it out loud in your best Bobby Singer.
As for the children in the picture, there’s a month left before school starts and I’ll leave it to you to decide who the salt is protecting.