Here’s a fun fact: I don’t get excited about TV anymore. I don’t know why. We’re supposed to be living in what some have called “The Golden Age of Content.” But I’m just not feeling it. Breaking Bad? It’s good, I guess. Mad Men? The clothes are nice. True Detective? The first couple episodes of the first season are all right.
But why does everyone have so much love for new shows and I don’t? One reason is most likely time. I simply don’t have the time to “sweatpants” an entire season of Orange is the New Black in a single afternoon. Also, I think I have a bit of an emotional wall built up. Could I have been hurt by a show before and now I’m subconsciously not letting any new characters into my life? Maybe it was Tony Soprano that made me stop believing. Maybe it was the last episode of Lost that found me disenfranchised.
Just when I thought my love for TV was as missing as the S.S. Minnow, I found hope in the form of a blast from the past. The new Wet Hot American Summer 8 episode run on Netflix is out soon. It’s one of my absolute favorite movies come to life on the small screen 15 years after its first release. I have no problem emotionally investing in these characters because I’m already in. I’m all in. For the Camp Firewood crew I’ll lock my kids in the basement with a couple bottles of Gatorade and a bag of Doritos. I’ll let the lawn grow too long and leave the cars to dirty in the driveway. I’ll even let myself get excited about a show again. Maybe this is the “Golden Age” for TV content. I might need to invest in a new pair of sweatpants.
Here’s a link to the Wet Hot American Summer trailer.