By Ray Tate
The truth is that I had intended on reviewing Alias, the splendid new television show on ABC. The acting and writing are topnotch, and at this point I was going to make some snide commentary about it being infinitely more worthy of a fan-base than the unrelated comic book which coincidentally has the same name, but that's all I'm going to say about the television show. It's good. Watch it. Mute the opening song, and watch Enterprise. Watch the character driven mystery series Crossing Jordan. Those are my recommendations of the new shows, so far; some of which are getting off to a slow start thanks to Osama Bin Laden and his loonies.
September eleventh did not personally affect me. I lost nobody in the abominable act. It didn't even shock me, or so I thought. Two days afterward for about fifteen minutes I could think of nothing but the imagery of the twin towers crumbling and killing innocents. The images simply would not go away, and those fifteen minutes were the longest fifteen minutes I ever experienced. Even by comparison watching Batman Forever was cakewalk.
On October second, I experienced four hours infusing myself with the season premiere of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The premiere itself lasted two hours. I watched it twice in a row. We knew Buffy was coming back. She was dead. She wasn't Spock-dead. Spock's body was renewed by the protomatter on Genesis. She wasn't even Xena-dead. Buffy was probably autopsied as this is required in any suspicious death. She was definitely buried. For a brief ghoulish instant we see her emaciated corpse. She was about as dead as dead can be. We still knew somehow she would return.
Buffy's return was magic, but the moment was more than Buffy rising to face a new season of challenges. This was Buffy standing amid carnage and asking why and how. This was Buffy watching in abject horror as seemingly mindless demons reveled in the destruction of civilization. When she gathers her wits, when her friends and sister are threatened this was Buffy being the hero she is and always will be. We need heroes.
The real world has produced heroes. Several gave their lives to prevent the loss of more innocents. Some continue to search the rubble. Fictional heroes take nothing away from flesh and blood bravery. Fictional heroes and real heroes are linked for each has been inspired by another hero's creation. A hero like Buffy Anne Summers represents the amplification of every heroic gesture humanity can muster, and seeing her return was the most powerful moment witnessed in any television series.
If these thoughts you find childish, if you find them inappropriate, so be it. At least they're honest, and the return of Buffy the Vampire Slayer moved me.
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