Thanks to my boopy and Netflix, I had the first disc of Alias Season 1. It would be a great night in; cooking dinner and watching some serious girl-spy butt-kicking. After having some amazing pasta and meat sauce, the roommate and I retreated to the living room and popped in the DVD. I was thoroughly enjoying myself until about half way through the first episode. Read more [+/-]
Him: "Oh, that is so unbelieveable."
That is the first statement that started my roommate's tirade against the super-spy Sydney Bristow show. He claimed there were too many plot holes and wondered if they had hired any experts check for them.
Him: "Oh my god, gas can't blow up like that! It was going for 30 seconds!"
Me: "It's the tank that blew up!"
Him: "Yea right! The guys were shooting nowhere near the tank."
Me: "They were shooting at the pipeline that carried the gas!"
Him: "Well, that's not enough gas to make that kind of explosion."
He is middle eastern after all; and we know they're all experts in pyrotechnics. But this seemed to be his final straw:
Him: "How could they just let her in like that?"
Me: "Oh my god! Maybe because she was trying to win back their trust."
Him: "They could have done it smarter. Like detain her first. What if she had a bomb. Or if she went on a killing spree? I can't watch this."
I humored him (okay, I tried to convert him) and we debated for a while, but it was all in vain as no reason was good enough for him; he had made up his mind that he didn't like the show. Lucky for him he didn't say anything bad about Michael Vartan.
And like an overreacting Sydney talking to her astranged father, I sent him to his room and told him never to speak to me again (until the show was over). Personally, I think he doesn't like it when girls kick serious (guy) butt. I think it's a straight thing.