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Freaks and Geeks.

By revolutionaire.
I read a list of the top 30 television shows that would be raised from the dead if it were up to the viewers. Freaks and Geeks caught my attention. The name sounded so familiar, but based on the synopsis on IMDB I couldn't remember tuning in to a show like this my ninth grate year of school. I just couldn't recall. And that kind of upset me; from what I'd read, F&G was a realistic version of high school, but funnier because it's not happening to you.

So I did a little searching online and low and behold, a user on YouTube has uploaded all 18 glorious episodes into segments never longer than 9:20. Each episode is five sections and they flow so beautifully together.

The dynamic is brilliant, characters well identified and cast, the scenarios true to life, and the comedy classic.

I've watched all but the last five episodes. And like the majority of viewers, I can't wrap my mind around why this Judd Apatow gem was canceled after one season.

Comments

Joe Costa said…
Never saw it, looks like I'll have to check it out.
November 21, 2008 at 5:59 AM
revolutionaire. said…
it comes highly recommended from this high school geek. <3
November 21, 2008 at 4:41 PM
Cary McNeal said…
One of the greatest shows ever. When it was cancelled, I lost all hope for network television and the intelligence of the average American.
November 27, 2008 at 5:35 AM
revolutionaire. said…
Oh Cary, how privileged I feel to have received a comment from you! :)
December 2, 2008 at 5:37 AM
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