To say that a show "teaches you how to watch it" sounds like damnation through faint praise, as if tuning in will up your cool quotient, but leave you craving the comfort of another Law and Order marathon as you roll your eyes at an hour of snotty abstruseness. Or it may, in fact, be the highest form of praise, suggesting that only the most astute and attuned viewer, the grand literati of pop culture, can appreciate the show's inscrutable artistry. In truth, The Leftovers may be dense (and, at times, unintelligible), but it teaches us to connect more fully with our own feelings.