I bloody love ER. I really do. I look forward to it throughout autumn and winter and it really is, in my opinion, the best thing about January. I just love the fact that they create characters that I give a shit about. And, yes, it’s a bit schmaltzy and moral and, well, American. But then I laugh out loud several times in every episode and within the same scene I can be moved to tears.
My favourite thing about it is the way it draws its anti-heroes. They do the mean guys so well – Dr. Romano (I saw the episode where he lost his arm again the other day and, even though I knew it was coming, it still made me catch my breath), Dr. Weaver (I’m a relatively new viewer) and, now, Dr. Moretti is just great. Essentially, it’s the same character – a senior doctor (I don’t get the American intern / resident / attending stuff but I don’t think that matters) with some kind of insecurity, disability or general lack of social skills, over-compensating by being mean to the rest of the staff and only letting the mask slip occasionally, during a heart-to-heart over the body of a dying child, when you realise that they mean well. Oh, it’s clichéd but it’s believable…
I’m so excited about the new series J
(Also, not only did I watch several injections without flinching or looking away during tonight’s episode but I also watched an epidural. PROOF, if ever you need it, that hypnotherapy works people!)