I pay for cable. In fact, I pay a fair amount of money for cable.
I’m not one of those crackpots who subscribe to HBO just to watch a few episodes of sexy big-budget Fantasy, but I do send a Canadian telecom more money than I care to.
Which is strange, given that I also pay for Netflix. And I download TV shows from the web.
So why do I still pay for cable?
Because I’m an idiot. Because of AMC.
I started watching Mad Men last year (on Netflix). I watched two seasons of Breaking Bad (on DVD). Both are great shows, and I highly recommend them to you.
When AMC announced their third show, The Walking Dead, I was pretty excited. Zombies on television. It makes sense.
And yes, some critics went after the writing. And yes, the network has replaced all of the writers. It was still a brilliant show.
But for me, AMC sealed the deal three weeks ago with the launch of The Killing, adapted from a Danish mini-series. I’ve been glued to my TV each Sunday. It’s well-paced, well-acted, and genuinely riveting stuff.
And it’s got me thinking that Patton Oswalt was right.