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I wish I liked Dr. Horrible more than I did. It's something that by all metrics I really *should* be into - a quirky piece about a hapless mad scientist with a penchant for show tunes and supervillainy, starring Neil Patrick Harris (of all people) and released to the internet (before, of course, the inevitable DVD mini-omnibus).
Problem is, A) hapless, singing mad scientists have been done before, and B) it has that Whedonian lack of an edge which causes my militant apathy to flare up. Whedon has this talent for taking premises which in any other situation would have me throwing goats and churning out product which just doesn't do it for me. Everything I've ever seen Whedon's name attached to has this bland, mediocre sheen to it, an aura of not pushing this far enough, of not doing enough with that, of getting by with what you're given when something better could have come of it.
Sure, I like what it represents. It's indicative of a more mainstream shift in the medium, which by definition I'm kinda obligated to support, but this particular piece is kinda meh, if you ask me.
And Dr. Steel is a hundred million times more entertaining and has better music and you're wrong and LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU--
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