I started watching Everwood, a show that was on the now-defunct WB channel back in 2002, on recommendation from a lady in my book club. She mentioned it offhand, I was at the used bookstore a few days later, and I found the first season on DVD for six dollars. It was meant to be.
I’m only a few episodes in, but I’m loving it. It’s about a neurosurgeon father from New York City whose wife abruptly dies and so he moves his teenaged son and young daughter to Everwood, Colorado. If the DVDs were better resolution, it would be a stunning show (I think they filmed in Banff). But because it’s basically 90s TV, it’s choppy and grainy and in full, not wide, resolution. Ha.
But something about it is really comforting. I love these old WB shows, and I figured it was because I associate them with how young I was when they were airing and how the world felt smaller and happier back then. But I’ve never seen Everwood before, so it doesn’t have that nostalgia factor. I think it’s because of the writing. It’s written for the teenagers of the 2000s. Every episode doesn’t end on a cliffhanger so it’s not supposed to be continuously watchable like the shows of now, with their urgency and bingeability. Plus Delia, the 8-year-old kid on the show, wanted to watch a movie and it was packaged in a VHS tape. It just reminds me of my youth, I guess. The way my brain wants to work because it was trained to think this way. Slow, steady.
Of course I’m watching a 2000s show instead of bingeing the newest stuff that’s out. That’s so me. Ha.
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