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R.I.P. Pushing Daisies

Posted by Job O Brother, November 20, 2008 08:20pm | Post a Comment
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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.

 
From Wonderfalls:
 

From Dead Like Me:


From Pushing Daisies:

(In which... *cough, cough* ...Job... *hack, wheeeeze* .......ugh.......

Posted by Job O Brother, November 1, 2007 07:25pm | Post a Comment
I’ve been real sick for the last week, and it ain’t over yet. Ill enough that I went to the hospital. My doctor explained to me what was going on and assured me that I was in no immediate danger of dying. But he told me this in such a somber, hushed tone that it sounded like he said:

“You have Ulerythema Ophryogenes and you’ll be dead by the time your insurance bill comes.”

And so it goes.

Anyway, one thing that’s managed to make me feel better (besides my very, very patient boyfriend*) is the unforgivably short-lived TV show “Wonderfalls”.

It was co-created and written by the whimsically pithy Bryan Fuller, who’s new show “Pushing Daises” promises to be equally as unpredictable.

Only fourteen episodes of “Wonderfalls” were made, and only three played on the air. A classic situation of “too good for TV” (see also: “Arrested Development”).

As my last wish before I die, I ask you to procure a copy (might I suggest at Amoeba Music?) and give it a gander.

I realize this entry is a little bare bones, so I give you this as an unrelated bonus gem:



Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a pint of Nyquil.

*Corey, my guy, has seen me through my current state of disrepair with humor and grace. It’s been like this:

COREY: How you feeling, honey? Can I get you anything?

JOB: What do you mean? You mean I’m incomplete as I am? YOU DON’T LOVE ME! (sobbing)