Dorks for Buffy

Ummm what was I thinking?!  No, I’m not talking about that time I ate an entire box of pizza by myself.  That was just impressive. 

I’m talking Dollhouse here.  Again, Joss Whedon created a show I decide not to pick up until it’s much to late.  Sure I caught a few seconds of random episodes on FOX but I was too far behind on the whole series at that point.  Foiled again!

Dollhouse is much like that pizza I spoke of above; I was hungry for a larger portion of pizza and my fatty self was unsatisfied with the smaller size that I got.  The stomach was larger than the eyes this time. 

Is it the best Joss Whedon show?  Probably not.  But you love things because of their small flaws.  Most characters had questionable motives and morals.  Some points had to be viewed in good faith that they were true instead of really questioning them.  Regardless, I finished both seasons of Dollhouse in about three days time and that still didn’t seem quick enough. 

What really put a giddy up in my step to finish the series were the two season finales: “Epitaph One” and “Epitaph 2: The Return”.  “Wait, so you’re saying the world crumbles around the Dollhouse in the future but I only get told in short little hints and pieces how it happened and the whole middle is left out?!”  Aww hell no. 

It’s a television viewers wet dream; getting to see the future direction of the show.  And Dollhouse delivered that to me on a fancy polished silver platter with handles.  And even though I cried like that little girl in the audience of American Idol watching Sanjaya, I wasn’t done.  *SPOILER ALERT* R.I.P. Big Bad Ballard*** Just like the tagline for Serenity, ”You can’t stop the signal” of a fangirl’s Netflix instant streaming Dollhouse over and over again. 

My greedy self can at least be thankful for two action packed seasons, which is more than Firefly can say (Boo FOX).  But like my pizza, I could always go for another slice of Dollhouse. 

(Yes, I compared Dollhouse to pizza.  Deal)

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