Bryan Fuller
$%(&$*%#%@*^%$%^*%^!!!!
You just insert whatever cuss word sounds best screamed out loud and that’s what that opening line is. Why am I yelling obscenities? Because I just learned that Bryan Fuller’s fantastic TV show, Pushing Daisies, has not been renewed.
Honestly, I guess I should be used to this by now. The phrase “too good for TV” has left my lips too often, and has applied to every Fuller creation.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with his work, treat yourself to Wonderfalls or (most of) the first season of Dead Like Me, and definitely check out Pushing Daisies.
For cynical, intellectual blokes like me who are more excited by an evening of psychologically tormenting Swedish films or whose idea of a catchy pop tune includes Scott Walker moaning in an echo chamber about the Plague, Bryan Fuller’s programs offer a rare opportunity to enjoy a romantic-comedy, a genre that otherwise tends to leave me feeling spiritually grifted.
I can only hope that Mr. Fuller turns to the film industry. There, he could dream up elaborate whimsy that, while never very far divorced from the unwelcome bedfellow of finance, might nevertheless allow him more breathing room to realize his visions.
In the meantime, I might just go out and purchase a TV set, just so I can throw it off a cliff.
You just insert whatever cuss word sounds best screamed out loud and that’s what that opening line is. Why am I yelling obscenities? Because I just learned that Bryan Fuller’s fantastic TV show, Pushing Daisies, has not been renewed.
Honestly, I guess I should be used to this by now. The phrase “too good for TV” has left my lips too often, and has applied to every Fuller creation.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with his work, treat yourself to Wonderfalls or (most of) the first season of Dead Like Me, and definitely check out Pushing Daisies.
For cynical, intellectual blokes like me who are more excited by an evening of psychologically tormenting Swedish films or whose idea of a catchy pop tune includes Scott Walker moaning in an echo chamber about the Plague, Bryan Fuller’s programs offer a rare opportunity to enjoy a romantic-comedy, a genre that otherwise tends to leave me feeling spiritually grifted.
I can only hope that Mr. Fuller turns to the film industry. There, he could dream up elaborate whimsy that, while never very far divorced from the unwelcome bedfellow of finance, might nevertheless allow him more breathing room to realize his visions.
In the meantime, I might just go out and purchase a TV set, just so I can throw it off a cliff.
From Wonderfalls:
From Dead Like Me:
From Pushing Daisies:
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Shouldn't come as any surprise. As usual, the gang of hyperactive chimpanzees that program ABC wouldn't know good TV if it came up and bit them on their hairy simian asses. They need to get together with the speckled water buffaloes at Fox and cancel each other into extinction.
I can't for the life of me BELIEVE that Pushing Daisies has been canceled. This is by far the BEST T.V. show today...
Creative, funny, whimsical, romantic - it had it all...it had pie.
I'm bummed. Who gives a %#&% about Dancing with the Un-stars, give me my Daises...
I need pie.