Pushing Daisies has been cancelled. I’m sad! That show is so good, so lovely, so fun. And now I’ll have no more beautiful Ned to watch, no more holding their own hands because they can’t hold each other’s. No more Olive singing and no more Emerson being snarky in his knitted vests. No more Darling Mermaid Darlings or bizarre deaths.
And, oh yay, the final episode is cliffhanger. Gah.
There’s already talk of continuing the stories in comic book form, but Buffy has shown me that it’s just not the same, no matter how good they are. It just doesn’t have the same impact as seeing it on screen. I’m crossing fingers for the movie. Bryan Fuller has the worst luck with TV shows, but Dead Like Me is finally getting a comeback, so maybe PD will too.
I have eight more episodes to watch though, so that’s one thing.
Seeing as the writer’s strike is still on in the US and my TV show episodes are dwindling to nothing, I decided to try a new show that came out this season and already has at least ten episodes for me to watch. That show is Chuck. Now, I already watch a show with a character called Chuck, and I love it to bits. I’m trying not to play favourites and all, but Chuck (the series) just didn’t do all that much for me. In terms of battles, there seems to be one clear winner right now.
I am a TV addict. I know there are people who may say ‘And?’ because they have long thought so, but I don’t think it became truly official until just recently, when I started writing the dates of the next episodes of my shows in my diary. Yep, there they are, all marked out. Or should I say, there they were. For now my carefully researched dates are off. And why? Because of the writers’ strike. Prison Break is on hiatus until January, with only five episodes left, Grey’s Anatomy has three left. Heroes just the two. My favourite Pushing Daisies just three. If this strike isn’t sorted soon, I will be TV show-less. It’s like the opposite feeling of counting down to Christmas as a child. Every new week that passes means one less episode for Carrie.
Pushing Daisies continues to delight. How much did I love Olive’s version of Hopelessly Devoted from Grease? (A whole lot is the answer to that.) And the bits in the body bags?! And the ‘kiss’. And the special car and the glove and the hand holding? Loving it loving it. More of the same please. If you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, Pushing Daisies is allegedly coming to ITV1 in early 2008. I beg of you, watch it!
I caved and watched the pilot episode of Moonlight (or the poor man’s version of Angel as it will be forever known here), well, I say watched. I gave up about twenty minutes in and skipped to the end. It’s shit. It’s not even half the show Angel was. In fact, it wishes it was half the show Angel was. Crappy, half-assed writing, boring characters, an uncharismatic lead, lame story and an annoying narrative track. Yeah, you’re onto a winner here. Throw in a track from Evanescence and you’re golden. Oh, wait…
I have just watched the first episode of Pushing Daisies. I’d heard such good reviews but you never can tell with tv programmes. One person’s Buffy is another’s One Tree Hill. But OH MY GOD it’s just brilliant! Everyone needs to watch it. I love it so much. Trying not to think about what might happen if it doesn’t do well (damn trigger fingers waiting to cancel anything that doesn’t rake in millions of viewers), or what if it can’t maintain the brilliance?
Anyway, premise is this: Young Ned discovers he has the ability to bring the dead back to life with one touch. However, if he touches them again they die for good, and if the dead stay alive for longer than one minute, someone else dies in their place. So he has to touch them again. Adult Ned uses this dubious gift to make money by asking the recently deceased how they died and claiming any reward money for capturing the killers.
All is fine and dandy until his childhood sweetheart Chuck (Charlotte Charles, a radiant Anna Friel) is murdered and there’s a $50,000 reward. Going to the funeral home under the pretense of asking who killed her, Ned cannot bring himself to touch her again, and so Chuck is back in the land of the living. However, they can never touch…
This is obviously one of the things that is dearest to my heart, unrequited love, or love that is kept at bay by obstacles, and what greater obstacle than death? But it’s so sweet and eccentric and funny and I totally welled up when they stood holding their own hands at the end.