Now that I've stopped kicking myself for paying nearly six whole dollars for Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
(yes, I am that cheap), I can inform you that the brilliant opus is now available on Hulu
for zero dollars, which, in case you forgot, is six fewer dollars than what I paid for it. You can watch all three acts in one fused together super-vid (after the jump!), or in the original stand alone installments. Either way, Doogie is officially the Patron Saint of TWoP these days, so show him some love!
It's finally here! The first installment of Joss Whedon's online action musical, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
, debuted last night, and oh, it was glorious! We couldn't get the official website
to load over here, but fortunately it's also available (for the standard $1.99) on iTunes, so don't get discouraged if you can't watch it online.
The first act is indeed a lot of fun and it made me laugh out loud several times, but I do have one teensy complaint: despite the title, it is not a sing-along in the traditional sense. There are no lyrics on the screen with a bouncing dot, which, right or wrong is what I expected. But perhaps I'm too literal. Anyway, back to the fun stuff!
I admit I'm not a Joss Whedon fanatic like some (read: all) TWoP staffers are. So I was shocked and awed at the fuzzy, excited feeling I got when I watched the teaser for Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
, Whedon's three-part online movie/musical starring Neil Patrick Harris as a doofy supervillain to Nathan Fillion's equally doofy superhero. I suspect the presence of Doogie has a lot to do with it, being that he can do no wrong in my (correct) opinion. As Angel reported back in March
, the plot centers on a classic struggle between good and evil (with show tunes!), and the catalyst is a cute girl in a laundromat -- isn't that always the way! -- who'll be played by Felicia Day. Still not clear when the first installment will be available, though internet buzz seems to indicate it will be up sometime in July. Peep the trailer
[via Pop Candy
] and commence plotzing!
Now, don't get me wrong -- Joss Whedon has a way with words. Every other word out of his characters' mouths has me rolling on the floor in hysterics. But his true genius -- the talent of his that really, truly caves in my skull, as if with a large rock -- is his ability to deliver the funny dialogue right up to the point where he decides that you are no longer allowed to laugh. That's when he sticks the knife in you, or throws you the curveball, or drives your tour bus off a cliff, whichever "shock and awe" metaphor floats your metaphorical watercraft.
By no means would I say I'm a Joss Whedon freak. Or at least I wasn't. Until now. Up to the advent of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog
, I was one of the uninitiated. Now though. Now. Joss for President. His genius casting (could Neil Patrick Harris be
any awesomer? I can't even contemplate), frankly surprising knack for musical composition, penchant for creating characters like the still-faceless Bad Horse, Thoroughbred of Sin and penning lines like the aforementioned "The hammer is my penis" (it's all in the delivery, trust me)... I'm a convert. I'm a butt-crazy, beatific member of the cult of Joss. The second installment of the three-part series -- which is already generating talk of a Broadway and a film adaptation
-- is so disarmingly weird and hilarious, I might actually have to change my Feelings About Musicals status from Aggressively Indifferent to Subjectively Stoked. Mr. Whedon, I salute you.