Curb Your Enthusiasm, for example. I can't tell you how much I adored the season finale. The cameos alone were amazing. I nearly cried when (spoilers) Gene Wilder showed up. And the Seinfeld reaction shot! And Stephen Colbert! And that beautiful, cuddly, post-modern, self-reflexive twist! I apologize, Larry David, for all the times I didn't get it, didn't watch it, and didn't care. You have officially won me over.
I don't want to watch The Sopranos. I don't want to add another TV show to my schedule. But the second episode last night was as good as the first, and the concept of watching the show and not knowing what's coming is pretty novel.
Even Alias didn't suck last night! Alias! Granted, it was mainly because of Ricky Gervais, but still! (God, Gervais was good. "Poker's my game." Is it wrong that I want him to be the next James Bond? A slightly doughy James Bond, but still.)
According to Tim Minear, Wonderfalls tests better with men, and given the somewhat lackluster responses I've been seeing online, this doesn't surprise me. I really enjoyed it, however. Maybe it's because I'm a recent college graduate who feels underemployed and kinda resents the living hell out of everything at times. It's a possibility, at any rate.