Pop Rocks: Watching the First Season of Veronica Mars for the First Time
|Even if you loved the show, skip the movie.|
Still, the part that was somewhat off putting was the snappy dialogue. Clearly, Mars was produced as a teen homage to Mickey Spillane, but the level of banter from the cast was, at times, almost more than I could take. If at any point James Van Der Beek hopped out from a bathroom stall in the girl's bathroom at Neptune High -- Vernoica's unofficial office -- wanting to quote lyrics and cry deeply, it would not have shocked me.
But, for all that it shared with the whip-cracking dialogue of Dawson's home along the creek or even, God help them, Party of Five, Veronica Mars also worked from a place of real intellect that helped steer it just clear of a full blown teen soap opera and land it safely in the company of Freaks and Geeks, Felicity and the predecessor to all these shows, My So-Called Life.
No, Veronica didn't share Angela's melodrama and Logan, for all his bad boy posing, was no Jordan Catalano, but the show felt like its genesis was at least on the same end of the spectrum. Plus, it could be genuinely funny and quirky, with some Ally McBeal, David E. Kelley-ish tendencies. If not for the fact that Veronica was a high school girl, her blonde hair and waif-ly figure would seem to be an ideal muse for Kelley, whose obsession with casting skinny, Nordic-looking women has been a thing since Susan Dey landed a starring role on L.A. Law.
Anyway, I found season one enjoyable enough to decide it was worth venturing forth into seasons two and three, the film's ruinous attempt at a conclusion notwithstanding. They probably can't compare to the first, but it's worth a shot. Maybe I'll re-watch My So-Called Life next. Maybe not.