I’ve started watching How I Met Your Mother On Netflix.
I know I’m kinda late to the party here, since this show has already been on the air for about 93 seasons already, but I felt like I needed to take a break from most of the “at best ok” straight-to-dvd horror movies currently clogging up my Netflix queue, and try something that was light, airy, and refreshing... just like my panties.
Anyway, I am now halfway through season three and I’ve come to a few conclusions. First off, I DO like the show. I don’t LOVE it, but I seem to like it well enough to hit the “next episode” button every few days to watch another one. It CAN be funny, but it just as easily can be quite lame. I guess I’m just more tolerant of any incoming lameness when it comes at me in a palpable 20-minute dose.
And Neal Patrick Harris is one funny dude. He absolutely drives that show and I don’t think I could stomach it without him. His antics on that show as Barney Stintson are Legen…….wait for it…..dary.
If you watch the show, then you got that. If not, then I just made no fucking sense.
Anyway, as I said, im halfway through season three and there is just ONE part of the show that I can’t FUCKING STAND.
Unfortunately, it’s the main character.
Ted Moseby is, without a doubt, the most wishy-washy, self-doubting, anally-retentive character ever put to screen. He makes Woody Allen look like Vin Diesel. Every single episode, he hems and haws over some asinine decision and what is the ‘right’ thing to do. It just gets old very quickly, and I don’t know if I can continue to watch 4 more seasons of his excessive introspection.
It pretty much came to a head for me the other day when I watched the episode where he meets the chick who used to play Winni Cooper from the Wonder Years (all grown up now, and quite tasty) and some other hot blond, and they go back to his place because they want a threesome. The entire episode revolves around Ted constantly leaving the girls alone so he can talk out the situation with his friends because he’s not sure what is the right thing to do. The episode spends more time with Ted talking out how his night might go, than actually talking to the girls.
It was unrealistic, infuriating, aggravating, and most importantly, annoying. I just wanted to reach into the TV, slap the holy FUCK out of him, and tell him to just bang them already.
Anyway, unless Ted ‘Mans Up’ REAL soon, I don’t know if I can watch him go through 4 more seasons of self-therapy.