When I was 16 I had a little black and white TV that you had to tune with a dial, like a radio. The screen was about 3 inches across. It was on that screen, at 2am, that my brother and I would sit and absorb the savage, bizarre, beautiful, horrific, 3 inch, Oz.
It changed us.
Nobody who watched Oz in the 90’s could look J.K Simmons in the eye when he played Juno’s dad. We saw things in Oz that made us behave better.
I guess you can get your fix of cerebral violent mind fuck drama in loads of places now, but when we were teenagers, Oz was it. Oz was the tits.
I can’t watch it anymore. I’m too delicate, like a Ryvita.