I’ve been watching The L-Word from season one on DVD, and it’s alternately terrible and brilliant. As a series primarily about women, it definitely has its blind spots when it comes to race and class, things the writers and producers have tried to correct as the series goes on with little overall effect. But as I watch I find myself increasingly in love with Bette, Shane, Alice, and Papi, women who are sinfully beautiful and funny.
But every time an episode is over, the credits begin and I snicker. The casting director has the best name ever:
Pat McCorkle
Every time I see it I laugh a little.
Ah, L-Word. So much to love, so much to snark about. I don’t know where you are in the watching, so I’ll keep the comments general, but the end of season three for me was the end, when terrible won out over brilliant. We used to get together and watch it en masse (which I haven’t done since Twin Peaks) but the disaffection was total. Haven’t seen it since.
shane is my hero and is a composite of about half a dozen girls i fell hopelessly in love with in high school. (i’m sure there’s a clinical term for that syndrome but i haven’t found it yet.)
and i also have to confess a similar crushiness on the brian kinney character in “queer as folk”.