Friday, August 31, 2012

Friday's Top Five - TV Shows that were Cancelled Too Soon


5) My Name Is Earl

It still boggles my mind. This show was at the top of its game, airing immediately before The Office during NBC’s Thursday night must-see-TV line up.... and then all of a sudden it was gone without warning. Cancelled. Caput.

Earl was one of those shows that had me from the start. The quirky characters, the witty banter, and the small-town antics had me riveted from the pilot episode. Plus, its premise was such that it could theoretically go on forever: A low-life petty thief buys a winning lotto ticket and is immediately hit by an oncoming vehicle. Taking it as a sign that karma was out to get him, he makes a list of all the bad things he’s ever done, and he vows to make good by all those people he’s wronged. Hilarity ensues.

The beauty of it is that his list could be never ending, because obviously he’s still adding to it as he crosses other things off. And yet, we never got to see Earl come close to completing his list, because the show was cancelled in its prime.

The only solace I have in this is that the actors from this show now regularly show up on the more recent NBC hit, Raising Hope. My husband and I have caught a handful of episodes over the last couple years, and it’s a true gem.

(How could it not be, given that it essentially follows a similar template and utilizes the same actors as My Name Is Earl? Ahem. Just sayin’.)


4) The X-Files

I know all four of my readers are out there going, “WTF” given that the vast majority of fans (or X-philes, as they often referred to themselves), thought this show jumped the shark long before it actually ended.

I, however, felt Robert Patrick (as FBI Special Agent John Doggett) brought new life to the series and, frankly, I would have preferred it if his character had gotten together with Agent Dana Scully (played by Gillian Anderson) instead.

Sure, in the early years I wanted nothing more than a Mulder/Scully romance. But then when Doggett came along I loved that he added that extra dynamic.

(Umm, hello? His character was a FORMER US MARINE! I think we can all agree that Scully was wound a little too tightly and could have used some ground interference from the tattooed Marine. Ahem.)

The writers totally could have played up the male competition for Scully’s affection between Mulder and Doggett.... but they didn’t.  Instead they just let the love triangle fizzle out and end.

Total copout and totally anti-climactic if you ask me. The least they could have done in ending The X-Files is offered a John Doggett-themed spinoff instead of The Lone Gunmen spinoff that also ended abruptly.


3) Great American Road Trip

This was a reality series that aired for just one short season during the summer of 2009. It was kind of like The Amazing Race meets MTV’s Road Rules. But with families. In America.

Driving across the lower 49 in RVs along US Route 66, seven families from across the US competed against each other in challenges that took place at famous American landmarks along the way.

It was a simple concept, and it appealed to me because A) I love a good road trip, and B) I’ve been to many of the places they stopped, and it was very cool for me to relive the experience again through these families. (Though my husband surely tired of my constant commentary of, “Hey, I’ve been there! And I’ve been there, too!”)

Sure, there was the added drama of having “The Bitchy Mom” from one family compete against “The Clueless Dad” from another family, and of course we had our favourites as well as the families we just wanted gone.

It wasn’t rocket science, and it wasn’t Oscar worthy. But it was fun and entertaining, and I looked forward to tuning in each week during that summer.  Sadly, though, it never caught on in terms of ratings, so it’s a credit to NBC for even airing all eight episodes before pulling the plug.



2) American Dreams

Oh, JJ’s dad, how Danielle and I loved you.

Ahem, where was I? Oh yes, American Dreams.

This show had it all: a nice Catholic family living in Philly with the perfect mom-in-pearls and the hunky, hard-ass, blue collar dad. Think Leave it to Beaver meets Father Knows Best meets American Bandstand.

Oh, hey, did I mention it was set to a rockin’ ‘60s soundtrack?

I loved this show for the way it brought us back to a simpler time when moms stayed at home and wore heals to vacuum. Dad’s drove the family’s single vehicle to-and-from work each day and expected a perfect dinner greeting them at day’s end. A time when no teenage girls wore skirts above their knees and playing high school football was the older brother’s rite of passing.

Toss in some racial tension and the inevitable Vietnam War, and this show was essentially a history lesson for the clueless spoiled unaware youth of today. (Dang, when did I get so old??)

There’s so much I could say about this short-lived series, but my articulation will in no way do it justice.

Just watch the video below instead. I guarantee it will leave you yearning for a simpler time... or at least the ability to relive this series on DVD.





1) The Unit

Based on my preference for Robert Patrick (over David Duchovny, AKA Mulder, as described above in point #4), it will in no way surprise you to know that I first began watching The Unit because of him.

Not only has he played a former Marine and an FBI agent (The X-Files), but The Unit brought us Col. Tom Ryan, the hard assed commander of an elite group of US Army Special Forces. (Think: SEAL Team Six in terms of unconventional warfare, except in Hollywood.)

(WARNING: Mini rant up ahead.....)

The frustrating part for me was that, outside of my own household, I personally know of only ONE OTHER PERSON in all of North America who actually watched this show with any regularity.

And for that I blame one thing: the fact that it got bounced around from one time slot to another and made appearances on varying nights of the week.

In other words, I never knew when or where it would be on, so I constantly had to do my research each week for fear of missing an episode.

Now, if I was merely a fair-weather fan of this show, I wouldn’t have bothered to consistently seek it out – and I think that’s what happened with most people, and so the show never got the viewers or ratings it deserved.

Curse you, CBS, for not committing to this quality program!

(Okay, the warning has been lifted. For now.)

So, back to the show itself: It only aired for four seasons, but it truly improved with each coming episode. It made me laugh, cry, shudder in disbelief – but mostly I was just amazed at how cleverly written it could be. I became so emotionally involved in this series that, at the end of each episode, I secretly wanted to enlist in the military and be a super-cool sniper or something.

(And, yes, my husband heavily mocked me for this and proceeded to state his opinion as to why a woman could never be a sniper unless she stopped menstruating. Or something like that. I don’t know-- I must have stopped listening after the part where he looked at me incredulously and just said, “Sniper? Really? You? Have you ever even held a rifle before?” Ahem. You can see why I stopped listening.)

Like a couple of the other shows listed above, this series ended without rapping up any of its storylines, which is completely irksome. The season four finale was a cliff hanger that aired in the spring of 2009, and I desperately waited for it to return that fall, but nada.

Unless CBS manages to reassemble this talented cast for a one-time made-for-TV movie in an effort to tie up loose ends, I’ll never know if Molly went back to Jonas. Or if Tiffy and Mack stayed loyal to each other long enough to save their marriage.  (Oh, the drama!)

The only thing for which I can take some solace in is that we own all four seasons on DVD and can relive them in all their glory again and again.... up to the point where that final cliff hanger does exactly that -- leaves us hanging.




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Friday, August 24, 2012

Friday's Top Five - Things I love and will miss about the Olympics

My lovely and lifelong friend Danielle has come up with a brilliant idea called “Friday’s Top Five” in which she and I (and hopefully Junior, the Brutha from another Mutha) will post a Top Five list each Friday and then refer our readers to each other’s blogs. We will write independently on the same topic, so you’ll get to see each person’s perspective on the varying subject matter each week.

Given that the Olympic Games were just held in London and are still fresh in our hearts, we’ve decided to begin this blogging escapade with…..





The Top Five Things I Love and Will Miss about the Olympics:


5) Always having something to watch on TV.

Back before I became a mom who also works fulltime outside the home, I was what is known as a TV-aholic. I had a handful of can’t-miss television shows I’d tune in to (or record) each week, and I’d sometimes even go online to read the latest gossip surrounding these programs.

But these days that big, rarely-used box that sits on our fireplace sometimes goes days without being turned on. So far this week I haven’t watched one single television program myself. And it’s already Friday. (My daughter, on the other hand, enjoyed back-to-back Caillou episodes last night while I scrambled to prepare lunches for today and wash a week’s worth of dishes. Such is what has become of my evenings.)

So when I do actually find some quiet time where I can turn on the TV and watch anything I want, I’m at a loss. I’ve never even heard of half the stuff out there, and none of it holds my attention long enough to keep me away from folding laundry or organizing my inbox at the same time.

Except for the Olympics.

The 2012 Summer Olympic Games in London guaranteed that, for a two-week stretch, there was something to be enjoyed on television at all times. AT ALL TIMES!

And it didn’t matter that I would normally never tune in to watch women’s weightlifting coverage. Because it’s the Olympics! And I’ll watch ANYTHING Olympic!

Even my husband, a self-professed Olympic-hater, was oddly spellbound by the women’s synchronized diving event.

(Okay, maybe it was just the teeny bathing suits and the athletes’ muscular physiques that he enjoyed..... but still. At least he, too, had something to watch!)





4) Steve Tilley’s daily Olympic coverage.

I loved reading columnist Steve Tilley’s articles back when he was a mere local writer working at the Edmonton Sun, and I still love reading them now that he’s reached the Big Time in Toronto. And by the Big Time, I mean HE RECENTLY GOT PAID TO WATCH THE OLYMPICS. And follow them on Facebook. And Twitter. And any other variety of social media you can think of.

In short: Tilley watched, reviewed, and mocked. He commented on things that all of us were thinking but never dreamed of putting into print. And he made me laugh.

Case in point, his delicate yet delightful commentary on American rower Henrik Rummel’s misadventures in his shorts.

“Coxless? Not so much.”

Oh, Tilley, you magnificent bastard. How I will miss your Olympic coverage.





3) The gut-wrenching and endearing stories.

I admit it. I’m a sucker for those Olympic athlete profiles on CTV. It matters not whether the athlete wins a medal or places last in their heat, because once they’ve been featured on CTV, they become instant celebrities (in Canada, anyway).

Take Rosannagh (Rosie) MacLennan.

In 1940, her grandfather qualified for the Summer Olympics as a gymnast, but then the war broke out and he wasn’t able to compete. Fast forward 50+ years, and he became his granddaughter’s biggest fan as she qualified for the trampoline event in the 2008 Beijing Olympics.

But then he died mere months before she was slated to compete.

The injustice!

Not one to simply wither away, MacLennan pressed forward and volunteered at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, just so she could get close to the athletes and be involved in the Olympic Village once again.

And where is she now, you ask? Probably at home shining her GOLD medal from the London Olympics. That’s right. She did it. She came back to compete and became Canada’s only Golden Olympian at these Games.

How can you not love a semi rags-to-riches / girl next door story such as this??

*sigh* If only her grandfather was here to celebrate with her today…





2) The sense of national pride.

There exist two things in this country that elicit more national pride than everything else combined: beer commercials and sporting events. (Better yet, beer commercials FEATURING sporting events.)

Sure, hockey is our favourite national pastime, but the Olympics have it all as there is something for everyone. (Refer back to point #5 above where my supposedly Olympic-hating husband ogled drooled over was entranced by the women’s synchronized diving event.)

So even if you’re not interested in the competitions and had previously never heard of the trampoline event, how can you not stand up and cheer for Rosie MacLennan proudly accepting her gold medal for Canada? Just hearing that anthem gives me goose bumps every time.

And it’s not just me -- even Justin Bieber (a nice, quiet Canadian boy) and Samuel L. Jackson (an Olympic-obsessed American movie star) tweeted about Canada’s gold medal win:

@JustinBieber 4 Aug 12
CANADA!!!! We love our trampolines!! Congrats to @RosieMacLennan on GOLD!! #ProudCanadian

@SamuelL.Jackson 4 Aug 12
BTW, a Big Shout Out to the MUTHACANUKIN Gold Medal Trampoliners!!

See, even the American feels our national pride.





1) The idea that I can live vicariously through our Olympic athletes.

My Olympic obsession started when I was a 10-year-old whippersnapper fixated on the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary, a mere hop, skip, and jump from where I live. And by 1992, at age 14, I was so enthralled by the Summer Games in Barcelona that I was actually late for my summer job one afternoon because I couldn’t break away from watching coverage of Mark Tewksbury’s gold medal win in the 100m backstroke.




Oh, Mark. You beautiful specimen of a man.

This is also when I first took notice that many of the athletes sported a tattoo of a Canadian maple leaf and the Olympic rings. So. Freaking. Cool.



I lived and breathed everything Olympic that summer, and I so desperately wanted to be just like the competitors -- Fit. Athletic. Canadian sweethearts.

Now, for those who know me, you’ll agree that I am neither fit nor athletic nor a sweetheart. But I am Canadian. Which makes it perfectly acceptable for me to sport a Canadian maple leaf tattoo, right?

Alas, there will never be any Olympic rings beneath my tattoo, but for approximately two weeks every two years, I can live vicariously through our athletes.

You know, while sitting on the couch and giving my fingers a workout with the laptop. Ahem.

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Okay, so that’s installment numero uno! Now it’s time to head over to Divulge With Dani to read her take on the same subject. And be sure to leave us comments. We love comments.