Less fun for next season
Time to rant. Television is supposed to serve as a diversion during prime time. Fun, laughs. So what is this obsession with shows devoted to police techniques and courtroom filibustering? Why is the world going CSI? This afternoon, some of the shows that won’t be back next season were announced. Next season is losing another block of silliness.
Yes, My Name Is Earl has been abandoned by the mothership. No more watching the guile-free. Instead, I’m sure we’ll get even more of the guilty, and that’s wrong. How many more sombre investigators do we need? I want to watch the Crab-man. I want to watch Earl, Randy and Joy as a loving but dysfunctional couple (trio). I want to see what else is on Earl’s list. Think of this program as akin to a wiretap on a confessional.
The first four seasons are out there, ripe for the taking (Earl wouldn’t consider that a crime, either). I can put together a DVD for vacation, and watch resolution techniques until the cows come home. Much better than another shot of DNA sequencing, or a blue light when there’s no aisle three special involved.
Maybe Earl will become a syndication classic, along the lines of That 70 Show, or Seinfeld. Maybe there’ll be moral education courses in schools that show what happens when you catch karma. Maybe.
The final performance night of American Idol is over, and I can’t vote. Not via my telephone, not via Skype. I am forced to be a bystander while a train wreck takes place. That’s also wrong. What would Earl do? I’ll watch the result show tomorrow evening, but Simon announced the winner on Oprah last week.
