I actively watch a show I do not like. Well, let me rephrase that, I watch a show that I like but it makes me angry when i watch it. I think that means I’m a masochist. I don’t know. Anyhoo, I tune in every week to watch and become filled with disgust, anger, and judgment. The show is Power.
I think we, the show and myself, started off with good intentions, but you know where good intentions lead, to hell. Honestly, truly, I gave the show an eye roll because you want me to accept that Ghost was a faithful, devoted husband who didn’t cheat on his wife, and that man can have one women who he would allow to turn his life upside down. Oh and she’s the federales. Now, i get that Tasha’s failure to acknowledge Ghost’s desire to go straight could have contributed to his desire for Angela, but she is the federales! Did I say that already? That is my sticking point. I find that a bitter pill to swallow. On one hand Ghost is a rational methodical calculated drug kingpin, but on the other he is reckless and willing to ruin his entire family’s lives over a high school crush?!! Is the moral of this story that love conquers all? Why does this make me so angry? I don’t know. I don’t know.
Almost at my wits end last week’s episode, or this week’s depending on how you view calendars, delivered me some solace with the passing of one of the top five hated gingers. Creating a universally hated character is not small feat. Kudos to the Power team on that, but good riddance to bad rubbish.
I love Tommy, but why isn’t he dead? Why aren’t he nor Ghost dead or in jail? They have been entirely too sloppy for survival. But still they rise. I feel like I’m watching telenovela, and I like novels. They’re silly and foolish, but entertaining.
So maybe, I should change my approach to Power, from drama to melodrama. Because I know that somehow Ghost is going to magically untangle this web of mess he has created by deciding to leave his wife and start a relationship with a woman from his past…who is the FEDERALES! I’m clearly having problems moving past that.
And don’t even get me started on Canaan. I don’t have the time. I do not have the time. No matter, come Sunday I will be front and center shaking my head, disgusted, but entertained.