Before I get into the meat of this post… Merry Festive Season! I hope you have (or have had) a wonderful time with your nearest and dearest.
Now… onto this week’s ramble!
Would it surprise you to know that I watch a metric fuck-load of romance dramas, and not the tragic, teary ones mind you, but the cliched happily-ever-afters? It might, if you’re familiar with my work. I’m not exactly kind to my characters.
In my watching and reading, happily-ever-afters are a must. I flatly refuse to invest so much as fifteen minutes in a story that ends in blood, death and tears (Game of Thrones is not my favourite series). If I wanna be depressed, I’ll watch the fucking news.
With western shows, I can spot a tragic ending a mile off, but with Asian drama… Oh man, it’s a crapshoot. A series can start off comedic and goofy, and quickly devolve in a box-and-a-half of tissues kinda affair (For Married Doctress is a prime example), which is why it kinda surprises me that I’m still watching Love is Panacea.
It’s neither goofy nor comedic and by the time episode five rolls around, you just know it’s not going to end well. But, it’s got the right feels in the right places, the reveals are timed to perfection and Leo Luo is fun to watch, even if I do want to shove a hamburger in his gob*. Maybe it’s the knowing and hoping I’m wrong part that keeps me watching; there’s time to prepare for the inevitable.
Anyways, I’m sixteen episodes in. Let’s see how far I get.
UPDATE: Nope, dropped at episode twenty. Can’t take it anymore, I’m off to find something fluffy.
*For all I know, he’s a fucking whipcord under the baggy shirt—a lean mean, ballet dancing machine—but when he turns sideways, he disappears.