How the Great Have Fallen

In my last post I mentioned myself being in a T.V. series "drought." Well, that's not entirely true. You see, I have been following "Supernatural" through to the end of the sixth season. That is a T.V. show, but I didn't count it as one because of how crap it has become. Every week I would wait in anticipation, in the hope that the new episode would be something other than a steaming pile of faeces. But, every week, I was disappointed. For a while I would pretend that the series was right on track, and that it would pick up steam as the end of the season neared. But the time for denial is over (you never realise it until it's too late). It's time to wake up and smell the manure, figuratively speaking. What was once a novel show (as much as it could be) with interesting storylines (interspersed with intense action); likeable characters; a multi-layered plot; powerful and worthy adversaries; and hot babes has now become about an old man with a really irritating affectation ("idjit"); a constipated angel contemplating fratricide; an invincible but infuriatingly aimless giant; and the weird guy who always scowls at the camera. The show had a lot of promise... But that was before the creators ran out of ideas and started filling episodes with plant feed and plot holes. Now, the only visual spectacle we get is when Dean's troubled face becomes separated from the camera lens.

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