OK, so I don't know what possessed me, but I watched the first episode of The Secret Life of the American Teenager (or something like that), the new show by the makers of Seventh Heaven, the show that would not die. Actually, I do know what possessed me: a) I was bored, b) I like Molly Ringwald, and she plays the mom, and c) I did not know until the end that the woman who made Seventh Heaven made this crap too. Although I really should have guessed. It was terrible in that cracktastic way that the few Seventh Heaven episodes I watched after I hit puberty were (musical! terrible musical!). There will be spoilers, but honestly, there's nothing much to spoil.
I mean, it was basically one of those horrible TV-movies you had to watch in Health Class. For future knowledge, my three favorite awful health class movies are:
3) 'Daddy', in which a smooth-talking high school hunk acoustic guitarist gets his girlfriend pregnant and spends the rest of his life working at an ice cream parlor hating himself for having unprotected sex.
2) 'Secret Between Friends', or as my friends called it, 'Anorexi Lexi', the story of a clique of girls who have various eating disorders. And then have hallucinations about the others of the clique calling them fat.
And drum roll please for # 1....
I don't know the title, alas, but it was a movie about the dangers of drug addiction as told by *cats*. Seriously! Live-action cats walking around 'acting out' the scenes as a narrator voiced over the 'plot'. The cat drank water out of a bowl to represent alcoholism. The cat buried its head in a bunch of flour to represent cocaine abuse. And best of all was the part where the cat 'drinks and drives' by getting in this little plastic toy red sports car, and then veering wildly out of control as it (he? she?) tries to avoid hitting a kitten crossing the street. It then winds up in, honest to god, jail, with hooker-cats. You know they are hooker-cats because they are wearing feather boas and necklaces and posed "sexily" draped over the bars. It was phenomenal. It all ends with the cat going into a 12-step-program, as represented by the cat literally walking up twelve steps.
But I digress. To the horrible TV!
Anyway, only my boredom levels will determine if I watch again. But my god, the hilarious awfulness was so bad I just had to share.