Tuesday, December 27, 2005

OC Catastrophe

It turns out that every single one of my current favourite songs has featured on the soundtrack to the OC*. I've never seen a single episode of the OC. Am I subconsciously, erm, channelling it? What is it, anyway? And what does it all mean?


* OC? O.C.? Help.

15 comments:

Dave F said...

I haven't watched it either, but it filters through like passive smoking. I think it stands for Orange County (California).

james henry said...

The O.C is chuffing brilliant, and has the best writing and soundtrack of any current US drama series. Get yourself the DVD of the first series now, and you will not regret it.

Dude, it's sooooooooo adictive.

More coherently: it's a teen drama series about a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who gets unofficially adopted by a rich Jewish lawyer and his shiksa wife and ends up bonding with their outcast son Seth Cohen (comedy genius) and having doomy romances with various mopey rick chicks like Mischa Barton. In fact, mainly Mischa Barton. Somehow though, it transcends its soapy origins (mainly because of the brillliant characterization of the Cohen family). Also scatters in some discreet references to geek culture, ie comics writers and emo/electropop bands.

Apparently it goes a bit off the boil in the third series, and I've yet to watch series 2, but what I've seen so far I love-diddly-oved.

james henry said...

'rich' chicks, not 'rick' chicks.

patroclus said...

You quite like it then, J?

Hmm, sudden urge to spend New Year's Eve watching entire first series from the comfort of my own bed. Oo, plan.

frangelita said...

Never watched it myself, but every time I tell my work friend W this he acts shocked and surprised and tells me its really v good. I think you're NYE plan sounds excellent - I have elected to try and fight with drunks on the tube while heading for a club which plays 70s music and has a swimming pool. I hope the light is flattering :-o

patroclus said...

Hmm, New Year's Eve + extreme drunkenness + nightclub + swimming pool + disco music + London Transport. Frangelita, you are a very brave woman. Respect to you. Try and have fun, it sounds like the stuff of nightmare to me, but then I'm not as young as I was (sigh).

patroclus said...

Whee, one copy of the OC Complete First Season now on its way to me from Amazon. Which by my reckoning is 27 episodes of (I guess) 30 minutes each, meaning a very pleasurable 13.5-hour stint in bed for me come Saturday night.

And yes, it is quite a long time since I've had one of those :-)

Urban Chick said...

an OC DVD has been flying its way through our letterbox every week from netflix (or such like) to satisfy mr chick's addiction

i will admit to watching the occasional episode and can attest to its allure

besides, everyone on it is so beautiful and they live in gorgeous houses and hang out on the beach and stuff (and the musak is fantabulous)

en-joy!

james henry said...

30 mins? Why it's 42 pround american mins, packed with fun, tears, laughter, and Alex the barmaid, unless she's series 2.

Oh I envy you. I envy you so much.

patroclus said...

Pround, eh? I think you may have coined a marvellous new adjective there. It's a mixture of "proud" and "round" with shades of "prominent" and "preened". Big, shiny, puffed-up, self-regarding minutes.

Well, I must say I'm looking forward to all 1,134 of them.

UC: damn all those attractive twentysomethings!

patroclus said...

Oh and I know I'm commenting on my own post far too much, but I would like to apologise pre-emptively to Pashmina for saying "try and have fun" to Frangelita. I know it's "try to". I'm very, very, very sorry.

cello said...

I had to get the OC on DVD for my 17 year old niece for Christmas. And to think I inwardly sneered...

lauren said...

a challenge you might enjoy:

http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/4560656.stm

C A R L O T T A said...

I watch it during my dinner... mybe I listen to it really and it's better 'cause the face of the protagonist (its expressions I mean) is terrible!

patroclus said...

Sage words, Carlotta, thanks. Luckily I will have a duvet to hide under if the expressions of the protagonists become too terrible to bear. Although surely nothing could be as bad as Vernon Kay.