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Moonlight=crack

My friend JL loaned me her Moonlight DVD set, and guess what?

I can't seem to stop watching it. I'm on the last disk of the four, and, halfway through, have started to feel anxiety about it ending!

Thank you JL. You knew this would happen, didn't you? You even kind of warned me in that casual way of yours that this series is equivalent to the Weather Warden books, only it has pictures that move. You knew I'd like that.



It has everything required to make for GREAT beach TV:

Vampires

Great clothes. (love the wardrobe choices...very hip but glam LA casual..)

Sexual tension. (see the Vamp part..duh)

Pretty cast. (Honestly, I didn't know abs could get that ripped in real life and not be part of a super hero costume. Seriously...)

Good guys.

Bad guys. (very very bad..like supernatural, undead bad)

Beautiful settings...lofts, nicely decorated ritzy apartments, etc.

Ambiguity. In plot. In intent. In characters. Enough to keep things pretty interesting throughout.

The part I don't really like but goes with the whole vamp thing...is I'm kind of getting used to the idea that 'civilized' vamps can choose to drink AB+ blood out of a glass in lieu of from the neck of a human.

How messed up is that? I mean, that I'm ok with that?

Oh, and hubby..well he's astounded that I'm watching something so deep and dark and dangerous.

Says he suspects I had a personality transplant while he was backpacking in the Pecos last week. After all my aversion to gore and blood and violence in general is well documented.

Must be the vamp thing.
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