Why Is The Show Brothers And Sisters So Addicting?
I like Desperate Housewives and a few other shows but for some reason when Brothers and Sisters comes on television my world must stop so that I can watch it. Sometimes I wait a day so that I can completely treasure every moment of it like one of those women from the 90’s commercials enjoying their International Coffee flavors in a private moment. And so as I sobbed along with the Walkers this past week I began to wonder why is the show Brother And Sisters so addicting? – Don’t Get Me Started!
It’s too easy for someone to tell me that the reason I’m addicted to it is because it has a male/male married couple on the show so I see myself and my guy of over twenty years in the show. I was addicted to the show from its first episode before the Kevin character was married, back when he was a big gay slut so that can’t be the reason it makes it so habit-forming that I feel like Justin before the last time he went to rehab. No, it’s got to be something else.
I knew I was going to watch this show before it even came on because of Sally Field and what I thought would also star Tom Skerritt. I defy anyone to try and not love either one of these actors. As a kid I remember watching Sally Field flying around as nun and the first time I fell in love with Tom Skerritt was when he was playing Shirley MacLaine’s husband in the ballet movie, Turning Point. So when I heard there was a show coming on with both of them and Rachel Griffiths from Six Feet Under, I was in before it was on.
In a way I feel like my grandmother about the whole thing, every day she would watch what she lovingly called “her stories” (soap operas in layman’s terms). She would be mad at the characters, cry with the characters and although most of the storylines took months and months to resolve, she was with them every step of the way. Is Brothers And Sisters any different than a soap opera? Nope but the fact that it comes on at night makes me feel better about my addiction and less like a stereotypical homosexual following in his grandmother’s footsteps watching daytime “stories.”
Look my family is far from the Walkers, with only myself and my brother and two parents who have been married forever we don’t even come close but for some reason I identify with these characters. Maybe it’s the fact that they are so co-dependent. While I don’t live in the same town with my brother and his family I wish that I did. I wish that we were having dinner every week together and were generally so much in one another’s lives we got sick of one another. For us emails and phone calls have to suffice but you see I was raised on the idea of family all being in one another’s business. My father’s family all lived on two blocks in a small town in lower, slower Delaware. Everyone was in everyone’s house at least once a day and no one ever knocked. My father has always said that his dream would be to have enough money to have a compound where we could all have our own houses but be close enough to at least “golf cart” it to one another’s houses. So maybe that’s it. Maybe my Father’s dream is rubbing off on me and I see that in the case of the fictitious Walkers?
I could say it’s the ensemble acting, the scripts, the actors and all of that would be true but there’s something more, something I can’t quite put my finger on and maybe it’s better that I not try to analyze it. Maybe I just need to allow myself to feel what I feel and sit every Sunday transfixed as the Walkers deal with their lives on display for us to see. Of course it also requires a box of tissues and no interruptions. I guess it could be worse, I could be on crack or the alcohol, instead I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that I may never know why is the show Brother And Sisters so addicting? – Don’t Get Me Started!
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