Okay. ANGST SMACKDOWN!
Which type of teenage boy angst is hotter? Realistic parental issue poverty induced angst? Or fantastic unending torment because we’ve sucked people dry angst? It is a tough tough call.
Here’s the thing, though. The guys on The Vampire Diaries, Ian Somerhalder in particular, must have been given the direction “act hotly.” And they interpret beautifully. They stand hotly, they walk hotly, they talk hotly, they take their shirts on and off hotly, and Mr. Somerhalder has mastered the directive smirk hotly. The angst is an added bonus. One that enhances hotness, yes, but does not create it.
FNL, on the other hand, has a different breed of boy. There are some fine looking young men, characters new and old, but they are real world attractive. I hate to admit it, but they don't quite meet the Gods of Hotness standards. (I must exclude Taylor Kitsch. That boy could jump the Texan ship and head over to Mystic Falls as a broody blood sucker and he’d fit right in. Assuming – of course – he could mask that Canadian accent of his).
Thus, I conclude, Friday Night Lights wins the Angst Smackdown simply because their hotness depends on it.
And that, my friends, is the first ANGST REPORT.