Roswell.

Roswell - housing sexy aliens since 1947.

Roswell, New Mexico, is famous for their claim of an alien spacecraft crashing into the desert in 1947. They cash in on the event in any way possible, they even have a cafe dedicated to the critters. Liz Parker,  a simple waitress, is serving coffee one day when a shooter somehow manages to screw up and hit her right in the abdomen. Max Evans places his hand over the wound and viola! It is healed. Unfortunately, this leads Liz to realize that Max is not human and his sister, Isabel, and their friend Micheal Guerin are not either. Max is an alien. Isabel is an alien. Micheal is definitely an alien. And so begins a strange journey to discover what exactly they are, where they're from, and why they're here.

Netflix has served me well, I made a deal with a friend that if he watches all the seasons of Grey's Anatomy, I will watch all the seasons of Roswell. Which I thought would be hell because I don't believe in aliens, but I do enjoy this show very much. Though some of the first season is slow moving, after you get past it your reach the fast-paced, action-packed fun that is serious alien ass-kicking.

My favorite character is Liz, for reals. She's so terribly normal and inexperienced with everything. And such a goody-goody. Maybe I just like her because she reminds me of myself. Oh well. I love you Liz, and I hope you continue to stumble through the series with that wonderfully bewildered look you always have on!

All in all, I rate the first season 4 out of 5 stars.