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24 | 2002-11-02 - 8:14 p.m. It was with a heightened sentido of expectaci�n that I flicked on the TV last Tuesday and nestled into my
Just me, a pint of Caramel Sutra, and the alluringly tense Kiefer Sutherland in the season premiere of 24. At 9:00 pm Pacific time, I sighed with satisfacci�n as I heard the familiar plink plonk of the 24 reloj. For months I had been awaiting this momento, esta reuni�n with Kiefer, to the extent that for two d�as running, I'd barely even hecho caso when Pedro had driven off in his Civic at the end of the shift, leaving me to stand a solas at the deserted, poorly lit bus stop. Pat�tica as my real life may have been, my TV life was sure to hold better things for me! Hijos, you can imagine what a blow it was to my sentido of bienestar when, at 9:05 pm, instead of delighting in the commercial-free, Kiefer-ful paradise Fox me hab�a prometido, I found myself watching the longest-ass Ford Motor Company commercial ever creado. With no dialogue, no apparent plot, and a pounding, overheated soundtrack, the spot had m�s in com�n with a porno movie than an ad for cars and trucks. I was about to call the network and protestar when, de repente, the commercial ended and the show began. �Qu� alivio! But if I thought things would start looking up from that point on, I was very, very equivocada. For one thing, every chingado character in the premiere was skinny and blond. OK, bueno, there were a couple of excepciones, but they were either terrorists or carryovers from the last season. Everybody else, right down to the little girl Jack's daughter was babysitting, looked like an extra from Baywatch. Who in demonios, I asked myself, was responsible for this casting? Apart from being demographicamente incorrecto, it was confusing as hell; I could barely tell the characters apart from each other. Only by keeping track of their clothing was I eventualmente able to figure out who was who. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was the asunto of Kiefer Sutherland himself. Given the tragic bent of last season's final episodio, I had been expecting to see a changed, saddened Kiefer this season, but nada, absolutamente nada prepared me for the bloated new Kiefer of Fall 2002. With his beer gut, mullet, and lumberjack shirt, he looked like he'd just staggered out of a sports bar after an all-night bender with Noelle Bush. You could practicamente smell the parcialmente metabolized Wild Turkey emanating from his body. Maybe you like your heroes scruffy. As for me, muchas gracias, but I'll pass on the wienies. I've experienced enough real-life sordidez without having to experience it on TV, too. OK, bueno, if you must know, I suppose I will be watching 24 again next week. I have already invested a whole hora of my vida in the new season, and in all honesty, qu� m�s do I have to do on a Tuesday night? But the magic of the first season is gone, and I am afraid that nada, not even a three-minute shot of Kiefer grooming himself while the doomsday clock ticks away, will ever, ever bring it back.
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pride and prejudice - 2004-09-07
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