Sylvanian Polygamists

Church of Bill

Honeybee

Those Sylvanian Families have some pretty conservative dress codes going on. Just saying.

Hoo-Fricking-Rah

Fringe has received the honour of early renewal. Yay! It has managed to defy the history of the Friday Night Death Slot, allowing its awesomeness to shine through. Well done, viewers. 

A Clusterfuck

of craziness. 

Lets just say, that if more of the entries are going to be like this (and by that I mean a marvellously schizophrenic mash-up of YMCA and The Mighty Boosh in forrin), then I will be watching ALL of Eurovision this year. 

A Matter of Life and Death

Okay, I'm going to put it out there. With the risk that I will be proved wrong, and this hardly ever happens. I make good television predictions. What was that? Something about pride and falling? Psht, never! 


I think FauxLivia is going to die. 


Maybe not this week, but soon. I can't sort through all my thoughts in my head to decide how it will all work - Peter is supposed to make a choice between the two women, and therefore the two worlds. Maybe Peter's choice will result in her death, or maybe she will die and he will make his choice unaware of events. It seems that Walternate wants the baby - does FauxLivia decide to have an abortion, or does he want it any way to prevent possible problems? 


I'm just trying to look forward, and think about next season. I don't think we will be maintaining the alternate universe at the rate that we are now. I don't think we will have another season with whole episodes over there. It has to be sewn up somehow. Is the universe really going to be destroyed, or is Peter actually going to find another way?


If she doesn't die, is she going to end up over here? Trying to save herself, one assumes with the help of Lincoln and Bubbles, does she make it over to our universe? I just think that long term, she isn't going to live. Which is a shame, because unlike most of you out there, I like her. 


Can someone make it be tomorrow? 

The End of Love

It's over. Of course, it's been over for a little while but clearly I  have the urgency of a snail on sleeping tablets and have only just managed to get around to watching it. That, and I wasn't actually looking forward to it. 


The writers of this show have managed to spectacularly ruin Big Love for me. When I started watching the first season, I couldn't remember the last time I had been so excited to see what happened. I loved the slow burn, oh how I love the slow burn. The women were marvellous, the characters were interesting. The intricacies of a plot surrounding a man with so little appeal he makes George Osborne look like a candidate for Times Magazine person of the year. And Chloe. My eternal girl-crush on Chloe Sevigny was indulged on a regular basis. Who was I to complain? 


But come season three, and then season four, and then season five, it became clear -obviously very slowly, you would think as I had three seasons to realise, it might have dawned a little quicker- that things were going down the shitter. 


Ridiculous plots, too many characters. HBO were obviously not on board any more, I suppose they pulled the plug on the majority of the money. But still, there wouldn't have been so much of a money issue if the writers weren't trying to shoehorn in more twists and turns than Alton frakking Towers. Sensationalist plots, the deplorable Senatorial race, outing the family, Rhonda, JJ and Adaleen and the hormones, and all the other craziness I have clearly wiped from my mind to make space for more important things, like Damon Salvatore. 


I kept hoping it would get better. I stuck by it, as I have done so may times before, like the glutton for punishment I clearly am. Like continuing to watch Smallville long after the departure of Rosenbaum, or not being able to give up on the soapiness of ER in the teen seasons. I hoped that they would pull it together for the final season, give the wives the ending that the deserved. 


And they got it, in a way. Bill is dead. Hoorah. Not many shows have the guts to build a show around a central character who is so innately unlikeable. But Bill Henrickson, well, he's unlikeable in spades. Uncompromising, hypocritical, greedy. How he attracted one woman, let alone three of them I will never understand. I liked that they stayed together even after he was gone, despite the fact that they were falling apart with him. They loved each other, and the show was always about the love story and relationship between the wives themselves. 


But the loose ends! This is always an issue when a show comes to an end. Will they manage to satisfy the viewers by tying up all the hanging threads? I've discussed this before so won't go into it at length (though why stop now?) but will just say that the success was mixed. I liked some things. Bill managing to evade his many threats over the years: The Greens, Alby out to kill him, fundamentalists, only to be shot and killed by his neighbour. Seeing Sarah happy. A resolution to Lois and Frank, not having more of Ana and the preposterous baby storyline. Barb buying the convertible - seeing all of them together was wonderful. 


As for the bad...Oh Barb. I cried, I admit. I don't like to cry, it's messy and pathetic, particularly when it's over a fictitious character. The way that Bill treated her made me blub repeatedly. Unyielding to her desires, deaf to her needs, has there ever been a shitter husband? I suppose it was on the table from the start - she gets cancer, he gives her plural marriage. Super! 


Where is Joey? I would happily have lost more of the political story line to find out more about Wanda and JoDean. I wanted to see more of HomePlus, not Bill's many other pies.


Is Heather magically not a lesbian any more? Is there a special Mormon tablet we can take for gayness now? Or is she just suppressing what she is? And she married Ben. I hate that we didn't get an idea of what went on there. Heather is not into polygamy. So what was the compromise? I'm inclined to believe, sadly, that it was Heather who compromised. The show has done nothing if not teach us that men don't compromise. Ever.


Remember that, girls. 


So, goodbye Big Love. It was good while it lasted. And not good for far too long.