When you are aware of something you see it all around you. Thinking about a holiday? Holiday adverts will jump up around you on the streets. Do just a little bit of dusting and then see dust everywhere.
It’s been like that with Buffy the Vampire Slayer for me this last week.
Continuing my Buffy the Vampire Slayer re-watch and nearing the end of Season One, we come to Nightmares. Spoilers for the episode lie ahead. With it’s surreal atmosphere, I felt like this was one of the stand out episodes of Season 1 when I first saw it. And I still love it now. It opens with Buffy’s nightmare that she confronts The Master and he defeats her. Fortunately it was not real, she wakes and gets on with her usual day.
But soon everyone’s worst nightmares begin to become real.
Some news for y’all. I want to branch out and write on subjects broader than vampire fiction and have started blogging at spanglesplace.com
Here’s a vampire fiction related post from over there. I have often heard from fans who would like get into the Buffyand Angel comics but don’t know where to start, so I thought a quick guide of the comics since the shows ended could help a lot of people out.
My Buffy re-watch brings me to The Puppet Show, with spoilers. Like many Season 1 episodesit is often criticised. Some Buffy fans would even go so far as to say skip it. But not me. I am a firm believer that watching every episode helps in appreciating the relationships and humour between the key characters.
Ok, so this episode has a corny talking dummy, but the character’s reactions to it make it well worth the watch. When I first saw this episode I particularly loved the awkward final dramatic scene played out by Buffy, Willow and Xander. This was a moment when I thought, ok, this TV show is really on to something.
My Buffy the Vampire Slayer re-watch brings me crashing into a world of scary new technology in Season 1, Episode 7, I Robot… You Jane. It contains spoilers and a content warning for passing references to cyberbullying and grooming.
I have to confess that in 1997 I had little knowledge of the internet and was probably further behind than Giles. As Ms Calendar encouraged Giles to join us in the 20th Century with three whole years to spare, like Giles, I felt more comfortable “back in the middle ages”.