My friend Steven, who inspired me to give this show a go, often wonders why people like us -- my partner and I, that is -- won't give television the respect it deserves, preferring instead to exalt the experience of moviegoing. The more I think about it, the more I think that the problem of time management looms largest. Sure, I'd watch more television if I had HBO. But, in the absence of a Tivo or equivalent, I'm just not going to be able to keep up with any shows where continuity matters unless they are shown repeatedly throughout the week, the way PBS dramas were where I grew up -- we lived within range of two different television markets and thus had more than one option for catching rebroadcasts -- were.
At any rate, the fact that I'm able to see this show twice on the day when it is first aired and twice more the following week without having to program the VCR is the main reason why I'm probably going to keep watching, even more important than the fact that it's excellent television. Indeed, I'm sure I'd be willing to watch a considerably less impressive show if it was always on when I was too tired to read and too awake to sleep. For what it's worth, though, this particular show is one with the potential to reel me in as no drama has since The X-Files and Homicide: Life on the Streets did in the early-to-mid 1990s.
BTW, I forgot to mention that television has been a bigger presence in our house of late since Skylar took a liking to Hannah Montana, an intriguing development given her mother's aversion to the sound of commercials. If you'd told me a year ago that the Billy Ray Cyrus family would become a major part of our domestic life, I would have called the police. I suppose this is just the beginning, though, of what is bound to be a long and sometimes scary ride. Maybe it's time to summon my Flexible Flyer: "Accio sled!"