I have two words for you.
I know there’s a lotta good TV out there at the moment, guys. I know all the cool kids are watching Netflix shows I’ve never heard of. But sometimes, I don’t wanna wait…. for my life to be over. I want to know right now…. what will it be?
So I’ve gone back and started watching Dawson’s Creek from season 1, episode 1. And you should know this, friends:
It’s EVEN BETTER the second time around.
The opening music. The boys kicking around in oversized jeans and button up short-sleeved shirts. The baby face of Katie Holmes, pre-Tom Cruise, pre-Suri, pre her friendship with Victoria Beckham, pre-Scientology. Michelle Williams pre-Heath Ledger and Matilda. Baby doll dresses and that hair where you slick it all back but leave the two bits hanging out at the side. It was a MAGIC TIME people.
This week on Mamamia Out Loud I argued the case to watch it back. HARD. Mia Freedman did NOT agree. Listen here:
I’m only through the first few eps. So there’s a way to go. But the most surprising thing, though, is how watching it 18 years later changes your feelings in some REALLY BIG WAYS.
The setting, the soundtrack, the ridiculous, superfluous verbosity of teenagers is all still there. It’s all MUCH better than I remembered. But then there were six surprising differences:
1. I LOVE Dawson.
First time around, I hated Dawson. His stupid hair. His massive head. Those eyebrows. His overblown vocabulary and dogged determination to be the next Spielberg. His puppy-dog-fawning over Joey, and his emotions over his life, despite having a privileged upbringing in an idyllic lake-house mansion.
But now? Something’s happened.
He’s so earnest. He’s so passionate about films, about his craft, about his career. He’s so in love with Joey and his puppy-dog eyes are no longer sappy – they’re adorable. His vocabulary is excellent. His text messages would be grammatically perfect. He’d be the kind of guy that had savings, a share portfolio, his car would always be clean. And his hair isn’t that bad.