"Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass! It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch."
If you're inclined to have a mission statement, which I am not, you could scarcely do better than adhere to this statement, and heed its warning at all costs. In the recaps, that might be the only critical thing I've ever said, about any show or entertainment, through a million different lenses.
Now, my unironic love -- pathological need -- for that second tear runs through everything, from the Yearly Rant, to my obsessive love of Lee Adama and Josiah Bartlet, to the Soldiers of the One and Kick-Ass. The possibility of beauty. And what I think I react so strongly to -- always, not just in these past two episodes, but throughout RTD's run, and episodes of every other show I've ever watched or recapped -- is the sometimes gaping difference between the two.
What I personally saw last week, and just a smidge less this week, is the second tear, rolling down a cheek, all by itself. It doesn't follow the first, it's just painted on the cheek itself, with Hollywood magic, by someone who honestly cares about us, and wants to make us feel deeply. It is done with love, and with pride of accomplishment. But it's not art. And it's that tear, and that tear alone, that pisses me off, because it is unearned. And it could be, so easily. And I think we -- you and I -- deserve better. And I think probably we'll get it, but in the meaning waiting sucks, and Waiting Is.
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