Let me tell you how good
Friday Night Lights is. We put the kids to bed, and settled down to watch the show on our PVR, and I got out of bed and got my stepson Hunter in to watch it, because it's so good I didn't want to miss it.
It's so good it gets me all choked up even though I couldn't care less about football and I've never lived in anything smaller than a small city. Or in the South.
Boy, I hope people in the Red States are watching it, too. If they're not it might be because it's too close to home; it certainly feels real and true and gripping.
The second episode ends on a wee bit of a cliffhanger, and Hunter was shrieking in mock torment that he has to wait six more days to find out how the game went. He suggested that the show could be used to torture prisoners. "Tell us what we want to know or we won't let you watch the next episode!"
Now that's good tv.
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As an astute relative of mine recently pondered, why isn't it on Friday nights?
Because high school football is played on Friday nights. You wouldn't want to lose your target demo like that.
"Friday Night Lights" (households: 4.1/6, #10; adults 18-49: 2.4, #10)
You can't lose what you don't have in the first place.
It's hard for me to watch this show. It hits very close to home if you grew up in that environment and hated it. I start twitching when I hear people talking about football because of the experience of growing up in a small Texas town and that's not good if you still live in Texas. Despite all of this I still watch it. The writing is just too damn good not to.
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