I have to admit something. I had never watched Buffy, or Angel, until a few months ago.
I suspect it’s because I haven’t had the ability to watch broadcast or cable TV for the past 8 years. I won’t say I don’t have a TV, I do. I just can’t do anything with it but watch DVD’s.
I know tons of people who are so enamored of Joss Whedon. And Buffy. And Angel. And Firefly. But I had no idea what they were talking about because I had never seen anything he’d done. I would get bored when they talked about Joss Whedon, for hours, or said something we were watching was Whedonesque, because I didn’t get it.
“Oh, brother,” I thought. “How great can this Joss guy really be?”
But then, one day, randomly, I netflixed Firefly. And then I read Astonishing X-Men.
And. Oh. My. God.
I fixed the lack-of-Buffy-in-my-world problem I was clearly suffering from and have been watching Buffy and Angel religiously for the past few months.
What I love about all of Joss Whedon’s oeuvres is the ensemble. He is interested in how the team works together, or falls apart. I also love the attention to detail and the fully fleshed-out characters. As a writer, there is so much to learn from him.
So, yesterday night, instead of hanging out with friends, cleaning my apartment in preparation for my parents visit, or maybe, I don’t know, writing, I finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 7.
I find that I was so glad to get finished with it so that I can start reading the Buffy Season 8 comic book. (Should I pick up the Firefly one, too? Let me know!)
And now I, too, am completely smitten with Joss Whedon.
Dear Joss Whedon,
I love you.
your new fan,