As if I needed another obsession - Joss Whedon's Dollhouse

Little tidbit about the man behind nodnarb: HUGE Buffy freak. When Buffy died at the end of season five, I cried like a baby. Though I did eventually find closure after the show ended in 2003, there is still a void in my heart where SMG should be, patrolling with a blonde ponytail, silver hoops, and a leather jacket and roundhousing enemy vamps while wearing heels. Sigh… Give me a moment to collect myself…

Fast forward to 2009 and Joss Whedon (whom I love) and Eliza Dushku (whom I love, platonically) have teamed up again for his newest project, Dollhouse. The series follows Echo (Dushku) and other “Dolls” who have had their own memories wiped, been imprinted with false memories and personas, and programmed to serve a client’s needs. These needs range from tailor-made girlfriend to ass-beating assassins. While not the most novel of ideas, Whedon has a knack for making the tried and true seem brand new. And to be fair, what is exactly original in sci-fi these days anyway? In his typical fashion, Dollhouse is clever, smart, unpredictable, and engaging. Moreover, Eliza’s often in hot outfits kicking the s*** out of people. What more would one ask for, I wonder. To her credit, Dushku pulls off the acting challenge of being recreated every week quite well. While I do love the surly, broody Faith, Echo has certainly begun to grow on me. 

In short, if you’re into this type of s***, you need to check Dollhouse out. Chances are, with its god-awful time slot, plenty of people are missing out. Whedon seems convinced that FOX isn’t going to screw him over again (*cough* Firefly), but I’m not so sure. Friday nights at 9 is simply murder for a new show.