Heroes - when it's good, it's the best thing on television. Hiro Nakamura is basically my favorite character ever (Ando Masahashi takes a close second). Almost every episode has a truly gasp-worthy moment. And it's integration of classic themes from comic books not only made it truly original (and all the rarer for it). It made geekiness mainstream - dare I say, even cool?
At the same time, when it's bad, it's godawful. As much as I love (to look at) Mohinder, he continues to be the stupidest man on the planet. Every time I saw the wonder twins (Maya and Alejandro), I wished my eyes would turn black and kill things. Ooh, and remember Peter's
Blame it on the writer's strike if you must, but I think we can all agree that Heroes first season = awesome while the second season = pathetic. At the beginning of this season, I was tried of the unbearable hope and constant disappointment. So I gave Heroes an ultimatum. "I can find something else to do with my Monday nights," I lied. "Shape up or ship out." Then I watched, with a jaded eye and one hand on the clicker.
Yesterday, they went and killed Nathan Petrelli.
Here's how it went down: with no forewarning whatsoever, Sylar slashes Nathan's throat. I scream, "OH MY GOD!" and pull my t-shirt up to my nose. I spend the next thirty seconds trying not to scream again. My neighbors consider calling the police. For the next twenty minutes, I'm glued to my television - I kind of needed to pee, but there would be time for that later! I'm not entirely sure I blinked until the start of Mohinder's closing voiceover.