Dawson’s Creek fascinates me.
I started watching this angst filled drama a few weeks ago, and I am now addicted; sucked hopelessly into the lives of these six teens, played by actors that are obviously in their twenties.
I can now sing the theme song, and use the term “sub-text” regularly.
Why this sudden fascination, you ask?
Maybe it’s because I wish I had been that cool when I was 16. Or that despite the fact that little Joey Potter seems to always throw away relationships to “find herself,” she is one character that seems to know who she is, and is not ashamed to be who she is. She obviously does not realize that her whole life is scripted.
Maybe it’s because these delightfully witty, and painfully dramatic teenagers live with no rules. Dawson’s window is always open, and no one told Dawson and Joey to stop having Saturday night sleepover parties; they just stopped on their own accord. Bessie actually allows Joey to go on a summer long sailing trip with Pacey?!? Does Bessie even remember how she got pregnant? I mean, Pacey went to great lengths to sleep with his teacher. I doubt he’ll make an exception for Joey, who he is hopelessly in love with.
It also has inspired me to record myself the next time I cry, because Dawson Leery/James Van Der Beek is the ugliest crier in the entire world.
Ultimately, I feel like Dawson’s Creek should be made into a movie directed by Steven Spielberg. (But only because Nora Ephron is no longer with us)