If you’re like me, you’ll most likely watch an episode of one kind of TV-show or another before this weekend is over. Some of you will be tuning in on an old favorite show; one you know won’t let you down, and some others might even try watching a TV 3 show (for reasons that are purely nonsensical, I’m sure). Every so often while you’re waiting for the commercials to finish, you find yourself wondering what this particular episode will be like. Maybe it will be funny, or maybe it will just make you think. Yesterday when I sat down to watch my late night Buffysode, I was expecting the usual stuff: slayings, monsters and maybe some nice drama to “sink” my teeth into. What I got was a work of art.

I know I kinda promised not to do Buffysodes, and I promise you that I won’t be making it a habit. But I won’t say I’m sorry, because this is not a review. It’s a flat out on-my-face-in-the-mud praising of what is most likely three quarters of my wasted TV watching time that came the closest to not being totally redundant.

I can’t tell you what the episode is about, since it would ruin the season for those who haven’t watched it already. Suffice to say that it’s a show-altering event that rocks its solid premise that we have come to know and love. Things will never be the same in Sunnydale…

Joss Whedon, of course, wrote and directed “The Body” and I can’t help to think that he must have a innovative brain stroke when he sat down to write it. It’s actually the appifany of “less is more”. Who knew what would happen if you took away the background music, took away the monsters and the witty conversation. What was left was bare emotion; grief, sadness and emphaty for their loss. I didn’t enjoy the episode, but that wasn’t the point. It made me feel something.

10/10