I love J.J. Abrams maybe a little more than is reasonable. Much the same way I imagine he may have loved Spielberg growing up. Or maybe the way normal people love people they actually know.
Going through the entirety of Alias with my filthy assistant, two episodes a night almost every night for months, remains one of my most beloved television experiences of my life. And I really like TV. LOST wasn’t just appointment TV, it was congregation TV. Just like men and women the world over, my friends and I gathered for it and we talked about each episode for days. I almost went to NYU because I hearted Felicity so hard. His edition to the franchise made me like Star Trek retroactively and I’ve now seen every one of the movies. I’ve seen his probably five times. Tom Cruise throwing a pistol to Kerri Russel inside the husk of what used to be a building in Berlin plays on the inside of my eyelids probably twice a week. Super 8 is my movie of the year and I’m planning to get back to Fringe in a big, bad way just as soon as someone puts another five or ten hours in the day for me. I loved Undercovers. I was the one. I love the man. I love his offices. I even love his logo and that got me thinking, what did the robot do that makes him so bad? And because there is something fundamentally wrong with me I then put a Hitler mustache on him and transformed him from a Bad Robot, to the robot embodiment of the greatest evil the world has ever known.
Comedy.
Anyway, if you haven’t already watched everything he’s ever produced you should probably go do that now. And if you’ve seen it all, well, watch it again.
