I had heard so much about Grey’s Anatomy prior to checking out the season three premiere on Thursday. Not having seen an episode, I still had a specific vision of what the show would be. Most of the personal, first-hand reviews I’d been privy to have been favorable. However, most of these reviews have been from girls. And you should never trust girls when a romantic comedy is in question. Still, some guys have also given Grey’s Anatomy the thumbs up, so I decided to jump in this season to see what the big deal was. And, mostly, it was what I expected. A medical chick flick, but a damn good one. The cast is big and attractive and the dialogue is pretty damn smart.
I always tend to find super emotional scenes to be off-putting. Usually, they’re not very believable; in real life, people tend to emote in a more subtle manner than displayed on television. Saying that, emotions ran high in the premiere episode and there was much crying, but I still I believed it all, though I don’t know the characters at all. From what I’d gathered previous to watching, I was worried that the dialogue would strike me as too cutesy, but, strangely, I wasn’t bothered by it. As I said, Grey’s Anatomy is smartly written.
It’s weird to kind of enjoy a show that I should, by all accounts, actively despise. I don’t like chick flicks. I’m sick of medical dramas. I don’t like Sandra Oh (I willingly admit this prejudice is inexplicable). Yet, it entertained me. I’m giving Grey’s a half-season to completely hook me, but it’s probably a foregone conclusion that I’ll be watching the show for good. Ellen Pompeo and Katherine Heigl certainly warrant attention, regardless of Grey’s content. Three Stars.