This past week was busy (as the weeks have tended to be, lately) and I got to that place where I needed my entertainment to be chock full of empty calories and spoon-fed plots. Riveting in the moment, but forgettable once I walked away; a story I could dip my toes into, but remain safely in the shallow end without getting pulled under and in.
Here’s my deep, dark secret… when I’m in the right frame of mind, schlocky melodrama is right up my alley. Hair-pulling, face-slapping, slow-mo interactions of doom… I loves it! Even while somewhere, in the deep recesses of my being, a part of me is cringing at the overwroughtness of it all. But the overwrought is necessary! The overwrought is part and parcel! And… the overwrought is what eventually betrays me in the end. Oh, but while I’m in the middle of it! So delightfully entertaining and wonderfully distracting!
This is my long windup to say I set Master’s Sun aside and ignored my I Hear Your Voice re-watch. I totally cheated on them with the schlocky melodrama, Secret. Yep, it was silly, yeah, the ending was a bit “meh” (because seriously — I think a “meh” ending is as much a part and parcel of schlocky melodrama as is the overwrought). But it was exactly what I needed at the time. I regret nothing! (Regret comes in the morning.)