![]() ![]() Dusty, scratched, and warped by time and repeated viewings those tapes still sit in my video library. With that in mind I set my VCR each Thursday and recorded each of the 19 episodes that aired over that nine-month period between late 1994 and early 1995. Somehow television executives had slipped up and allowed an authentic, vital and agonizingly real television series to be transmitted into our living rooms. Whether it was the (favorable) advanced press reviews or an instinctual sixth sense something told me that this show would be battling for its survival from its very first episode on. It was clear from the initial print and television advertising that My So-Called Life, while concerned primarily with adolescence, bore little resemblance to such popular, escapist fare as Beverly Hills, 90210. To be perfectly honest, though, my interest in the show did extend beyond the superficial good looks of its resident heartthrob. ![]() One look at Jared Leto, dangerously alluring with his mixture of ambiguous soulfulness and relaxed vacuity and there was no question that I would be spending the evening of September 25, 1994, glued in front of my television set. Full of misplaced angst, perpetual confusion, and budding lust, I was an easy demographical target for the ABC Television marketing professionals tasked with promoting their new Thursday night teen drama, My So-Called Life. In the interest of full disclosure, it seems only appropriate that I begin this review by stating that in 1994 I was a young teenage girl. ![]()
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