A new day dawns

I've been a fan of the FOX show 24 since the beginning. Last season I and a friend of mine, Paul Foth, reviewed each episode of Day 4. The show's blend of terrorism, action, nonstop cliffhangers, etc... makes for good escapist fun.

(Links to the those reviews are in the sidebar along the right. Or, here is the first episode of last season, and there are links to the preceding and next episode at the end of each review.)

Last season started with a train wreck, and Paul pointed out how that was a perfect metaphor for the season, as by the end we were hurling spinning scythes of critical death at the show.

I posted the reviews at Blogcritics, and posted them on this blog as well.

Day 5 begins this Sunday night, and we'll be getting our sharpened pens out of storage again.

As did King Henry before the battle of Agincourt, I'll now speak to you, to rally your courage, to prepare you for the arduous task of watching this show that, last season anyway, has thrown all logic and reason to the wind.

I posted this last March, but here it is again. Be brave. We'll get through this together.

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Wendell? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are now
To do this show loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more watch this show.
By Jove, I am not covetous for internal logic,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my reviews;
It yearns me not if men my blog read;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet something that maketh sense,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not another episode.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, through my internet host,
That he which hath no stomach to this viewing,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd Season 5.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of 24.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is the next episode.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on the fifth day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Jack the King, Tony and Michelle,
Edgar and Curtis, Marianne and Driscoll-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son to avoid;
And 24 shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that watches this show with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen on their couches now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That watched with us upon this fifth day.