Okay. Just finished Fringe. Thoughts:
Confusions aside, I loved it. I mean, John Noble as a loving, eccentric father who isn't out to douse himself in oil and set himself on fire from Faramir's burning body? Can't resist. Although I secretly hate J.J. Abrams for stealing particles of my brain and thus creating The Observers, a.k.a. THE TACEO. I created them before I ever watched Fringe! In tenth grade, actually. I have evidence in a folder entitled "Stories" and inside The-Story-Which-Shall-Never-Be-Named-Due-To-Excess-Humiliation.
Okay, so they are not exactly the same. My Taceo are memory suckers, while The Observers don't appear to do that (although they can read minds). The Taceo don't dress like they're extras in Mad Men, and they can't verbally communicate. So there are quite a few differences. But did you HAVE to make them bald, J.J.? Did they HAVE to have bland personalities and monotone voices?
Of course, this just begs the question of originality, which most believe does not exist anymore. Not that I'm saying Fringe or Abrams aren't original, because of course they are! We all just know it's hard to write something that doesn't have an element that exists elsewhere in literature, and the fact that both J.J. Abrams (and the other writers) and myself have created similar characters simply means that I have the potential to be a director, producer, screenwriter, etc. Right?
Anywho, season 5 is out! So now I need to go rot my brain for another few weeks until I have no more Fringe. But that's okay, because Netflix never ends.
P.S. I'm just kidding, J.J. I could never hate you. But don't ask me to do Lost. I just can't fit it into my schedule, okay? I've got Fringe season 5, I've still got to finish Doctor Who, I've got Merlin, I'm waiting for Sherlock season 3, I start school in a few weeks, and I'm trying to write a trilogy. Maybe in a few years.