James Van Der Beek death: Dawson Leery was the Tony Soprano of fictional teenage nonsense
Get the latest entertainment news, reviews and star-studded interviews with our Independent Culture email Get the latest entertainment news with our free Culture newsletter Get the latest entertainment news with our free Culture newsletter I spent a lot of my pre-teens angry at James Van Der Beek. On Dawson’s Creek, the treacly Nineties soap about a quartet of romantically incestuous and eerily articulate teenagers, Van Der Beek’s titular Dawson was basically Satan with an *NSYNC haircut. He was a boy chronically high off his own fumes, a whiny, virginal manipulator of fragile young women, and a bafflingly wrong-headed film bro with a poster of Steven Spielberg’s slave epic Amistad on his bedroom wall. He had an ugly cry, which I found completely hilarious long before a shot of it was immortalised as a GIF on the early internet, and I got a perverse thrill from the fact that Katie Holmes’s Joey ran off at show’s end not with him but with Joshua Jackson’s Pacey, like any smart person would. Van Der Beek, who has died …









