To which I can only say YAY! I love this series, it's so silly, so cheezy, so non-self important, and filled with a fabulous cast of regulars. It may be even sillier than Dracula, which I also enjoy tremendously.
Plus -- you know what? In season 3's third episode? "Confaegion"? we get a scene in which Kris Holden-Ried dances for us, shirtless, on a bed, to Duran Duran's "Hungry Like the Wolf," no less! Swoon time. (Bo, Dyson and the New Girl, Tamsin, got infected with something that sent them all back to adolescence, not remembering who they really are, or what their actual relationships are.) But, oh yes, Dyson, dance! If there was anything in the world that would reconcile me to Duran Duran, it's Dyson dancing shirtless to "Hungry Like The Wolf." O yes, and Dyson just happens to be a werewolf.
It's also a nod toward more equality of gazes, perhaps. Lost Girl is never afraid to show the cleavage and the skin, and loves to show us girls kissing, so on and so forth, and particularly girls getting naked together, so much candy for the male gaze. The only thing that saves it is that unself-conscious not taking itself seriously, and that everything just flies by, no matter how horrible or how sexy. In any case that horrid urban fantasy the sffy channel did before -- Dresden is it? -- should have taken some lessons in appeal from Lost Girl, her writers and her ensemble.
I must be excused. It's cold, more snow is falling. I was without internet yesterday. Imagine waking at 7 AM -- and no internet! Thus I've read no newspapers so my silly side is getting her frivolity on. Dance, Dyson, dance for us!
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