House Calls

Happy Thanksgiving!

Before my take on House I wanted to make another observation about Tivo's power. I now store up a month or two's worth of a show and while I blog here in the wee hours I burn off a three-hour chunk of Back to You, It's Always Sunny or Carpoolers and I've noticed that the promos are even more entertaining. Especially the news promos.

Try it for yourself. Get a two-month old TV show and watch the news promos. All of a sudden the story about a boy in a well that turned out to be a hoax is now funny(12 Monkeys, if you can't place the reference).

Now on to House

I had an epiphany earlier this week when I was squeezing in an hour of Sicko before going to work. But like most of my epiphanies it wasn't about saving the world or changing American politics, it was about television.

Most of America loves House. Now Bryan Singer is a creative guy so I'm not taking anything away from him to say that our admiration for House goes beyond the norm. What Sicko crystallized was why we love House. My theory is that House fulfills our need to believe that there is a mythical place in New Jersey where an American doctor is working unfettered by even the thought of managed health care, malpractice and bureaucratic hospital politics.

Wow, a doctor that cares so much about medicine that he tosses everything else out the window - including his beside manner.

Even the fact that so-called reasonable administrative arm of the hospital, Cutty, is many things to House. Which leads me to the point that who wouldn't like to bang the system. Especially if she's wearing a low cut something and a thong. (or in last week's case no thong)

Oh, lastly on Sicko - I cried a little when the 9/11 heroes were honored in Cuba. Now that's good documentary making. No heart string went untugged.