My favourite thing about television is that when it’s actually more a world of tears and fears, it can be so simple to get a dose of happiness piped into your living room absolutely free (cable fees and television/PVR amortization costs not included). Last night was a good example.
First up was House, which I’ve been enjoying immensely this season, and not just because I allowed myself the luxury of simply watching it. But last night’s was probably my favourite of the season so far, with line after funny line, themes from past episodes twisted and turned, and shadows of House’s tortured self. It was written by a new addition to the House writing staff, Sean Whitesell, but he seems to be fitting right in (assuming he wasn’t drastically rewritten before his episode went to air).
He’s previously written for shows I didn’t watch, like The Black Donnellys, Cold Case, and Push, Nevada, but, unusual for a writer, his face might be more recognizable than his name: He’s also an actor. A friend recently made me watch some of Oz, and while it appeared to be a great show, I couldn’t continue when left to my own devices — too many disturbing people and scenes, including this freaky guy named Donald Groves. Played by Sean Whitesell.
Next, before I collapsed into bed wondering how it already felt like such a long work week on the Tuesday after a Monday holiday, was Pushing Daisies (which thanks to CTV we get a day earlier than on ABC). This show in general just makes me happy. It’s so sweet and charming and nice. It’s not every show that can get away with comparing women to dogs, in an episode called “Bitches.”
Emerson Cod (House alumni Chi McBride) is quickly growing into a scene stealer, with his “He don’ wanna sit”s and “Why do I always have to be around for this stuff?”s. Chuck and Olive becoming friendly is an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. But at its core it’s about the sweetest sweethearts who ever baked sweets: Ned and Chuck. Their peculiar romance thrives despite — or is it because of? — the fact that they can’t touch, and last night’s episode ended with a giant “awwwww” from me.
The writers’ names looked familiar (Dara Resnick Creasey and Chad Gomez Creasey), and their credits revealed that they were on Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, which I watched faithfully to the end, even as I wondered “what the hell happened.” But something else was nagging at me. Then it twigged: he was an assistant for John August, the screenwriter I’ve been linking to for his clear insight into the writers strike, and August mentioned him and their writing success on his blog.
So yes, it’s a small world, and the Internet makes it a lot smaller (thanks IMDB).
(The sneak peek of this week’s Pushing Daisies episode)