Sunday, July 22, 2012

Little Things Pleasing Little Minds

There's a thread on Digital Spy at the moment, which is one of various "cheerleader" threads. It's all about Eastenders being better at the moment.

Better what?

Better acting as a laxative when ExLax or DulcoLax won't do the trick? Probably, because, as various posters point out, it's so full of shit at the moment, it's horrendous. Still, the usual suspects won't brook any criticism.

Truth is, there were only two good things to come from 2012 so far on Eastenders - Heather's death and its ensuing aftermath (and that's in serious danger of losing its impact, the longer it's stretched out) and Janine's wedding.

Everything else has, well ... sucked. Even Pat's death was used as a vehicle to feature the Brannings, a family of no-marks and scrubbed-up trailer trash who had little or nothing to do with Pat during her life, but who all featured heavily in her death and its aftermath. Besides, the two weeks after Pat's death actually devolved into retconning David Wicks and Carol into a tragic love's young dream.

Anyone who's watched the show prior to 2000 will know that Carol and David were nothing more than an exploratory grope and shag behind the bike sheds, which resulted in Bianca. Those were the days when Max and Jack were older than Carol too. The truth behind Carol's true love was that David was the third "true love" Carol had experienced since she returned to the show - the fourth, if you count Connor.

There was the military recruiter, who turned out to be married; Connor; Eddie Moon and David. In the cases of both Eddie Moon and David, each one was supposedly "the one." And when they proved not to be, Carol projected her disappointment and disillusionment on her common sense-challenged daughter.

The rest of the year has been teenaged angst, a week-long adolescent drinking problem affecting a character whose personality is so filled with entitlement and self-obsession that no one gives a rat's arse about her, and Cora here, Cora there, Cora every bleeding where.

And Kat fucking around. Again.

So if these people think that this is the best Eastenders can do, I sure as hell wouldn't want to see what they consider to be the worst.

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