SPOILERS MAKE NAKED MANDY CRY
Johnny might have touched on the fact that we don't like 24 spoilers. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. I remember the carefree times of watching Day One and looking forward to the next-week-on segments and, hell, even the promo spots. No real harm - they served to merely whet the appetite for whatever crazy shit was coming up.
Of course, the promo monkeys at Fox decided to change this during Day Two and began giving away more-than-minor plot points. And then it happened - in a promo they showed Lynne getting shoved down two stories and appearing to be dead. Never mind that it turned out she was only horribly injured - that's missing the point. It was the major climax of the episode and they gave it away. That was the moment that Johnny and I decided to ditch all the promos / next-week-on's.
Others have taken longer to come around to our point of view - people who were exiled from our presence if they wanted to watch that stuff. Relatives who were forbidden to discuss such topics even as they admitted that it sucked to know that a helicopter was going to Gatling gun the hell out of an office building or that Kim was going to find herself in danger yet again (OK, that's just common sense). But since the moratorium we've just been letting ourselves be surprised by what happens. There have been difficulties - I had a friend who started watching 3/4 of the way into Day Four call me to ask why the black guy from the Allstate ads was going to be in the next episode ("What?! Palmer is coming back? Oh my God what have you just told me!"), and sure there's been some odd stares when I'm in a bar watching football on Fox and I suddenly avert my eyes and plug my ears as a promo comes on. But it's all worth it.
An anecdote as to how natural this has become: on New Year's Day at a friend's apartment, as 10 of us or so were watching football, I got up to find the remote and switch to another bowl game. Walking back to the couch, I flicked the "last" button behind my back at the cable box - apparently at the very second that a 24 promo started. If the sixth sense is ESP, I've developed a specialized seventh sense - not letting Fox fuck with my 24 experience.
Our spoiler policy on this blog: anything written about an upcoming hour is pure speculation (we can't help it if our predictions are so dead on we might as well be writing the show), any time after an hour has aired is fair game for that plot. That means all 120 hours worth of show so far - if this is what makes you finally go back and watch the previous seasons on DVD, I feel I've somehow justified my existence.
4 comments:
First of all, I would love to see Naked Mandy cry. That's hot.
Second, already aware of my anti-spoiler policy, my step-father Whit has continuously tortured me over the last month asking if I've yet "heard about Wayne."
Seriously. Not cool.
Just because someone spoils something to you, doesn't mean you can share specifics about the "spoil incident" on the website. What's different about what Whit did to you than what you just did to me by mentioning that name? Thanks for the spoiler, dick face.
I offered no spoilers. Is Wayne even in THIS season? Hell, Whit still asks who's going to beat the shit out of "York" every week. (For those who don't remember, "Alan York" was the name used by a hit man who posed as the father of Janet York, Kim's friend, and kidnapped Teri, only to be hit in the head by Teri with a rock, get thrown around in a limo by Jack, and shot in the head by Alexi Drazen. So you tell me. Is Wayne even in this season? Oh wait. On second thought, don't.
Death to imperialist spoilers!
Now, since I won't be able to watch 24 until I come back to the States in February, I won't be able to revisit this website until such a time as I've caught up on the first few episodes. After all, I wouldn't want anything to be spoiled.
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