I’ve been a secret Gilmore fan for years–I’m not loathe to admit it. The new season started midnight today and I managed to wait long enough for my Gilmore viewing team to join me in order to watch and wonder. I love Gilmore Girls because the writing is sharp and the characters fold into that writing fully, leaving no doubt that the world they created is a part of them–and a part of me as well.
I’m about to start the new season (4 episodes at 90 minutes per netting a loss of nearly 14 hrs per episode–certain to change the scope). Before I do I wanted to blog about why the show matters. This show does, in its own way, what Fifa 17’s black male lead does–create a space for the people who watch to feel comfortable yet still be challenged enough by the situation and the dialogue to not fight me.
I once considered watching Parenthood for the Lori factor but no. It isn’t happening. Beyond that this feels like the first step in bringing a well heeled TV drama to a close. I’ve lost many good shows over the years and losing this one feels bad but feels necessary. It had to end and end well–hence the final short season.