I really run hot or cold on this blog, y’all: either I’m writing post after post of super-serious theology and Life Stuff, or I’m churning out vapid/self-congratulatory fluff, and you know what? I am totally ok with that. It is my blog and I’ll do what I want! 😉
Anyway. If we’re Facebook friends, you already know this and are probably sick of hearing about it, but I’ve been watching Ally McBeal on Netflix for the last few months. Couple reasons for this. I watched it while I was living in Hong Kong in college, so there’s a nostalgia factor there — it was my “American show” (I also watched Indian and French soaps… oh, and like studied and stuff) and I really looked forward to it every week as a sort of unadulteratedly Western thing. There’s lots of Western influence in Hong Kong but it was a nice respite to be able to experience just one thing that wasn’t also super Eastern (not that I didn’t love HK; on the contrary, I miss it painfully at least twice a week). The second reason is that Robert Downey Jr. is everywhere right now, rightly, so the show makes me nostalgic in that area too, since it (along with Elton John’s 2001 “I Want Love” music video) was the genesis of my ongoing crush on RDJ, who had a recurring spot as Ally’s therapist/lawyer/boyfriend in season four, the season that was showing on Hong Kong television in 2002. Of course, in the early aughts, it was Distressingly Coked-Out RDJ being completely gorgeous and charming in every episode, not the cleaned-up, settled, together, happily married RDJ of today.
I highly recommend that you watch it, if you like any of the following: quirkiness, Robert Downey Jr., gratuitous musical numbers, ensemble dramedies, groaning at bad late 90s fashion (square-toed clunky heels! twinsets! taupe! The Rachel! midriff tops! miniskirts! casual chic!), hallucinations for comic effect, people with no filter between their brain and their mouth, or personal theme songs. It’s really, really cute, and occasionally has a moment of being genuinely insightful and/or touching.
Do you have a nostalgia show? Tell.