“You’ve got kind of a tragic, lonely thing going on. I dig it.”
I don’t know if you’ve watched the Everwood pilot recently but the teen angst is overwhelming. The purple hair, the slamming doors, the “Keep Out” signs on a bedroom door, the angrily washing of the sheets after a wet dream, the screaming “I hate you” and “I wish you died” at a parent in the middle of the street, the being in love with a girl who’s in love with a guy who’s in a coma, the sad conversations on a piano bench as a wise old bus driver narrates and the camera pans out. Yikes, adolescence.