My father-in-law tells a little story from time to time. Mostly when his family is trying to decide on a place to eat. In this story, he tells of the sad tales of several restaurants that my in-laws would find and frequent, then find delightful, and then finally find closed not long after discovering them.
I am thinking of this story as I watch the latest episode of Kings on Hulu. Kings, the story of the rise of King David set in more modern times (if in a fictional kingdom), seems to be destined for Cancellation Land as it’s banished to Saturday nights.
There’s five nines probability that Dollhouse is also heading out the door. Though some people (who will remain nameless) might disagree, I thought the show showed great promise. I was looking forward to see if Wheedon could take what was admittedly a weaker first season and build on the premise.
More than likely I will never know.
The threat of cancellation extends even to shows I’m told that I would almost definitely like like The Sarah Connors Chronicles. It also stands on the brink of cancellation.
Battlestar Galactica negotiated a graceful termination, if gracelessly executed.
I could go on.
So what’s wrong with my tastes? I want to blame the viewing populace of America, but given that I’m in the vast vast minority, the fault has to lie with me.
Then again, perhaps I should thank the great masses for killing off my shows. I like ideas more than I like reality. Ideas are always fresh and crisp and grand. Reality is hard and dusty and sometimes a little boring. Maybe it’s better for shows to die when they’re closer to ideas (Kings) then when they’re full-on reality (Battlestar Galactica).
Well, either way it looks like I’m going to end up freeing up time to discover other new shows to kill.
