You’re either a rewatcher or not. I’m one, but I’m a selective one. I buy movies and seek out TV programs if they entertain me every time I tune in. I can’t say my DVD collection–with the likes of Mean Girls, Gladiator, Love Actually–is a status symbol, more like a shortcut to my sense of humor and interests. I’m no film buff.
Rescreening movies is entertaining, but there’s something addictive about rewatching a favorite show, a TV marathon. Growing up, minor holidays became an excuse to catch Law & Order back-to-backs on cable TV. Now, we’re a Netflix/digital antenna family, No cable at our house in Mayberry, so not too many reruns. Stockton and I tried The Walking Dead despite a lack of zombie interest (unless we’re talking Shawn of the Dead.) Episode after suspenseful episode, it hooked us. Finally, the godfather of all TV shows to watch in succession? Breaking Bad.
Then there’s catching a random episode of beloved shows like The Cosby Show or The Wonder Years. Reruns let me retreat into nostalgia, the comfort food of TV. What is my mac and cheese on the small screen? Gilmore Girls. It always made me smile, wrapped me up in snappy dialogue and a touch of aspirational fashion sense. I casually watched it, missed a few seasons finishing college, undergoing surgeries, working. I didn’t visit Stars Hollow every week, but kept the show around for entertainment and escape. Low vision doesn’t take that desire away.
Last week, Gilmore Girls returned to my radar via the release of all seven seasons on Netflix. This rewatcher took notice. I nodded my head when I heard things like, “the Gilmore Girls on Netflix is more important than the iPhone 6 release. There, I said it.” Agreed.
I wish we could walk to Luke’s diner to chat over coffee. The blog will have to do. And I get it, not everyone is a fan. One of my friends says Lorelai is annoying. I see what she means, a bit stagey/dramatic, but it all fits into the mother/daughter dynamic, to complement the intense/curious Rory. It doesn’t hurt that my longest friendship happens to be with a clever, alternative music listening, sincere second generation American like Lane. Or that my sister and I have moments of Lorelai or Rory. She’s caring and protective and fashionable. My nose is stuck in eBooks all the time and I love my argyle sweaters. We both like coffee and are fiercely loyal, but get distracted. Did I mention we like pop tarts, too? Enough said.
Why do I love Gilmore Girls? It doesn’t depress me, it lightens my mood, reminds me that the relationships in my life are always more important than the things. Besides, rewatching episodes as the leaves turn colors is fitting, autumn revving up like the next chapter for the ladies. It’s perfect timing for a few more visits to Stars Hollow. If only they would make a Gilmore Girls movie…
What do you think about Gilmore Girls? Have you watched any TV series marathons? Which show do you wish was available to consume en masse? Tell me about it.