Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Seriové číslo Pinnacle Tv Center

emergency treatment

I write the post before seeing even one episode of this series. Why? Well, maybe because it is one of the few (very few) Italian series that intrigued me and I decided to watch the next Friday.
things first.
usually feel "Italian TV series" accapona and my skin, I was dazed and his eyes begin to head spin like the exorcist little girl, because, let's say, for those used to set those foreign Italian seem always a bit 'the poor cousin of a cousin of the friend of the concierge of our grandmother's hairdresser. Not for the outside world, anything but good players are few and the writers seem to be total salary (and only) from Moige. So, apart from a few sporadic issues of miniseries universally accepted (see the classics or fiction Perlasca engaged on various heroes of the civil war against the Mafia), well, their belonging to the landscape is rather bleak. We are not funny sitcom that even my grandmother, whose only real kind of innovation dates back to the times of the late lamented Raymond and Sandra, we have police starring woody and illiterate (see District Police has removed the only decent actors and those relegated to roles Bravini speck amrginale) Strafile we have a soap opera by cutting the veins historical re-enactments of the 50, 60 or so tedious as an advertisement for Barilla.
So why not after this prosopopoea acid on Italian television hospital soap I would ever see a shot with the type of the famous island and four other idiots? eh ... I already know that after Friday I I will crush your feet under a press , curse me for trying just the vision but, damn, here we talk about the first story ever lesbian racocntata on Italian television in prime time (oh and do not tell me that there has already been once with Lino Banfi that shit's lesbian daughter who has just made a great scandal at my Bishop, because then I'm not even there to hear ...)
The fact is that I think this is an epochal moment in the Italian television, the moment of awakening. Try to understand me, I am a whedoniana grew up with the sweetest love story and "magic" (pass me the quotation marks) on the TV: that between Willow and Tara. I saw House fun behind a 13 bisexual, I witnessed a bit 'skeptical kiss between the two doctors of Grace Anatomy at the end of last season, I peeped here and the report of one of the brothers of Six Feet Under, and just to mention the stories / flirt / tricks-to-raise-the-plays that come to mind, and while the world follow this road onto streets more or less right, more or less suited to my tastes, I sipped Don Matteo in Italy (with all due respect for Terence Hill). But now ... now, I will say the most savvy, will not change anything at all! But I do not care, I want to hope that Italian television has grown at least a little ', although cloning the English format, though a delay of ten years behind the Americans, albeit with bishops pontificating and special door to door, I want give a little 'confidence as writers / adapters that are not in the hope of history between the nurse and the pediatrician Esther Marina a speck embarrassing, but that does not even transform into a banner to show off at the next gay pride with arrogance television. Always aware that
Whedon is quite another.

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