Retrorating: ***** out of *****
I’ve just finished working my way through the box set of ‘Spaced’ with Emily, the one that she picked up for my birthday. I’d like, perhaps as pointless filler for my blog, to talk about it today, because this particular situation comedy, this god amongst all other genre refreshing titles has had both of us lapping at it’s succulent comedy teet for the best part of half a week now.
I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for the labours of having to sleep, eat and work we’d probably have gotten through it in about 8 or 9 hours, actually, and the strange thing is that would seem a more natural way to watch it. It’s obvious to me that a full run through would be fitting, as Spaced is so brilliantly the spandex-clad birth-child of paranoid, offbeat nerds. The padawan of a whole next generation of Lara loving, nazinintendo fanboys… Sleepless gamers who watch zombie movies at four in the morning and quote 80s television… Master cross-texturalists who watch through four to six in one sitting and pretend that they’re still one to three. These people would want their show watched in this way. It is the true way.
I shall have to accomplish this, perhaps in the summer with some friends and the new Smash Bros to fall back on.
So, moving away from that over exerted effort of text onto my thoughts, Spaced was born out of a generation before me, and in a semi-sickening manner it actually makes me nostalgic for a past that isn’t even my own. I’m not usually one to wish I could go back in time like this, wanting to be the Doctor or even the man who would be Chewbacca from the Timeslice presentation, but Spaced brings this out of me. It makes me want to be that little bit older, so I could have experienced the Playstation 1 without the need to experience Croc and Spiro at the same time without getting game over every other minute. I mean, christ, I’d settle on experiencing Tekken in it’s retro glory, and I don’t even like Tekken that much.
Before this week, I had never sat down and watched through the entire series chronologically, in fact, I don’t think I even saw the final episode. For some strange reason, however, it all seems strangely familiar to me… as if I was watching something I had dreamed in the future.
Spaced is one of the funniest sitcoms out there, and it’ll make you feel clever if you can even manage a fourth of the references and parodies they make (especially in the second series, though they do seem more pointed). If you haven’t seen it, YouTube it. If you’ve seen it, watch it again. If you’re watching it, stop reading this.