Feel Free to Come to My House, Mister Laurie?
Hmm, where to begin on the great unfathomably good House? Is it the wonderment that it's still great even after all these months of having the exact same plot for every single episode? That it's Hugh Laurie with his damned sexiness and managing to sound upper class toff-boy while doing a very convincing American accent, Lord knows how? The super writing that makes me laugh all hour long and ps. I don't laugh. Is it the fact that all the characters are strangely rounded which is rare for supportings in a medical drama? Perhaps though its the strange and brilliant way in which I've warmed to House and his attendings and thus, even the most mundane event or occurence has me gripped to my seat ( ps, nearly died of suspense during House and Cameron's date. I believe my boyfriend still has the nail marks on his arm to prove it.) I'm afraid I can't actually indicate what it is I love so much about it, only that I love it. It's joining a very elite group of television series which have achieved the title of " Beth Is Not To Be Disturbed During This Particular Hour Of The Week" which people actually know to obey. These include Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Dead Like Me, and QI. It's one thing to find a television programme which you like. It's another to find a programme or indeed, a book, a film or anything else which actually makes you happy during it. I base my week around it, probably a little sad to the outsider but not at all to me because I have something tangible to look forward to. Whenever we look down at people with odd little quirks or obsessions, really all that needs to be considered is whether or not it sustains them and makes them happy. Let's face it, life never turns out the way any of us wants it to. And thats why radio and television have survived after the initial ok-now-what-do-we-do-now-we've-got-it? phase. They're coping mechanisms for an imperfect world. I love House also because he is so flawed. He is acidic, offensive, withdrawn and outspoken. In short, he is exactly like me. Except he goes the extra mile, because where others feel the need to apologise for who they are, House doesn't do that. He is damaged but he is like Linda Evangelista's face in that it is a marvellous mesh of imperfections. The nose a little long, the mouth a little wide, the face that photographs better with an open mouth and slightly open eyes. And yet it makes such a beautiful whole that it is a tribute to the sum of its parts. I love House because I care about House and his damaged world and his strange views. I hope to be exactly like him. And until then, my Thursday's lookin' a whole lot better than yours.
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