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Orphan Black. Kicking Nature’s Ass.

The Canadian TV-series Orphan Black has taken audiences and a bunch of critics with storm. It is renewed for a third season airing in 2015.

I admit I was sceptic in the beginning.

As I watched episode two and onwards I got over the Ringer copycat thing and started to really enjoy the clone story. It is nothing like Ringer, you just need to get past the first episode.

The first season is okay. Some cool tweaks but the genius part is solemnly Tatiana Maslany’s  fault. The second season is much like the first one, not introducing enough clones though.

The abbreviated summary full of spoilers is this: There are these clones, right. In the beginning they do not know but through hula hoops of coincidents, true detectiving and a suicide, they or at least some of them discover each other and their true origin.

Which is the same gene pool.
Perhaps even an international adoption agency. The details are a little bit blurry about that.

The clones played by Maslany only look alike. Which is not THAT difficult since the same actress plays them all.

Their personalities however are very different. Due to their upbringing.

Classic Nurture vs. Nature.

The interesting part is that their differences does not stop at simple personality traits but also in their sexual identity and orientation. Including one being a lesbian and one a transgendered/transsexual male.

Are you born heterosexual or is that a choice? Choice, in this case being a very complicated concept.

I do get why pro-gay right activists still cling to the “I (They) am (are) born this way” argument although I find it archaic. Their demands on equal rights not diminished by it not being their nature.

Although it is more likely that it is a combination of the two and not versus, this show has made a stand. At least made a statement.

It is enough for me to find it refreshing.

Christine

 

 

 

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Mom. The Perfect Family.

I am a huge fan of the family sitcoms like Raising Hope and Modern Family.

They both portrait family as a non-homogeneous group of individuals defined by their good and their bad qualities. Not perfect families.

Of the two I recommend Raising Hope.

It is a highly non-functioning family portrayed with so much love and kindness that the Pritchett/Tucker-Pritchett/Dunphy-alliance, although both gay and multicultural, comes out as just petty.

Although both MF and RH is a tad goodie two-shoes, it seems that a “in your face” type of humor is seeping through many new comedies lately.

Humor so explicit it is only comparable to the cumshot in porn.
2 Broke Girls  is an example.

I am no prude. I enjoy 2BG immensely!

Then I saw an episode of the sitcom Mom.

I never found Anna Faris funny in the Scary Movie franchise.
Which I also did not like. Must be all the poop jokes.

However, I respect Allison Janney  immensely.

Where 2BG mostly joke about sex, Mom joke about fucking up life with drugs and alcohol but mostly fucking up your children’s life for the same reasons.

It is somewhat trashy. I can handle that.

Between the three generations portrayed, there is so much psychological and emotional abuse, and child neglect; it just gives me an iffy taste in the mouth.

I did not laugh through the whole season. I was uncomfortable all the way.

Then it strikes me.

Perhaps this is exactly why this show is worth watching?

It is honest.

It portrays flawed and somewhat broken females struggling to redeem themselves as individuals, as women, mothers and as a family.

Most importantly, they do it without judgment.

Christine

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