For me, when I enter a meditative state, I’m reliving the best scenes on television from the previous week; be it the Red Coat Confrontation on Pretty Little Liars or Don Draper’s Hershey’s pitch. In a deeper, more restorative state, I tap into the classics: montages of the Vanilla Bear/Chocolate Bear bromance, or all the crazy faces Jim Halpert ever made.
It is tragic that as someone whose zen exists within the television universe, I have no control over it. In the land of syndicated television watching, my viewing preferences are never a consideration for those who ultimately decide the fate of the TV shows I love or loathe. That television executives haven’t caught up to newer viewing patterns among younger demographics and are continuously making terrible decisions is a lament as old as the internet itself. But what of the viewer who lives in the land of pirated TV watching? They bring no ad revenue to the production houses, so why would their opinions ever be considered valuable?
Television production in our part of the world differs greatly from the Western formula. Pakistani dramas are serialized and developed with a definite ending to the story, lasting about 3 to 4 months. The concept of long-drawn soap operas and series with multiple seasons was beyond my comprehension when I was first introduced to satellite television. (Not that it was my first time watching English shows – I had grown up on a steady diet of Star Trek, Fawlty Towers, The A-Team & Mind Your Language – but I was new to the awareness of production patterns and systems.)
My first true TV heartbreak came with the 2002 series John Doe. When theÂ first season ended with a mind-blowing cliffhanger, I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. Would John finally see in color? Would he ever find out that it was Digger (his best friend) who was betraying him? Would members of the Phoenix continue to communicate via sign language to avoid surveillance (a concept I loved) or would they develop their own secret language next? Unfortunately, John Doe never got picked up for a second season and none of my questions were answered (at least until I had my very ownÂ Closure AlternativeÂ moment).
The despair that ensued didn’t taint my viewing patterns, but it did alert me to my lack of control over programming (as well as bringing to my attention that there were actual people who had this coveted control).
So while Buffy, Angel, Dawson’s Creek, Roswell, Gilmore Girls, Boston Public and Charmed were being broadcast elsewhere, and internet continued to be terribly slow & unreliable in the third world, I remained blissfully unaware of Television Programming Cancellation Travesties (TPCTs) being committed by The Powers That Be (TPTB). My viewing habits finally changed around the time Lost happened. The advent of Limewire coupled with faster internet speed meant that I was no longer limited by the scheduling and monetary constraints of the locally available English channels.
The downside of this new found independence is that I’ve opened myself up to a whole, new world of hurt and heartbreak. I’ve been burned by investing in shows that don’t quite spark the same interest in TPTB. Of course, these powers consist notÂ justÂ of network executives or programming managers, but also the American audience. It’s a frustrating position to be in, when your tastes areÂ not accounted for in the decision-making process for renewals.
Creating a show that is both a commercial and critical success can be an arduous task for networks. Some showrunners hit the jackpot with their first show, while others have to wait a while to taste the success they deserve.Â Brand power ensures that these producers, directors or writers will probably find a network willing to finance the show, but the pressure to succeed, and succeed fast and big, means many shows never get the showcase they need to develop their audiences. Joss Whedon’s success with Buffy allowed him the liberty to go on and create Angel, Firefly and Dollhouse, each with diminishing commercial returns for their parent networks, being cancelled well before all the stories left to be told had been told. Despite this, the very devoted Whedonite fandom has ensured his stories always find an avenue for closure (often in the form of comics and movies). The success story of Firefly after cancellation overshadows even that of Arrested Development, with rabid fan support convincing Universal to produce the tie-in movie Serenity, fan-made documentaries, and even a sequel to Serenity, money raised for Whedon’s favorite charities as well as an attempt to buy the rights from Fox studios (incidentally, the same group that cancelled not one, but two of his shows).
But my acceptance of this inability to affect programming didn’t come without the necessary preceding stages of denial and anger. The same year that ABC invested in the most expensive pilot of all time (until Boardwalk Empire) and gave us Lost, the Fox network dropped the ball on Wonderfalls just four episodes in. If you’ve never witnessed the charm with which Bryan Fuller creates the slightly supernatural and the mostly macabre, then you need to track down DVDs or online streams for this show. Watch the animal figurines tell Jaye to let Eric go and feel the crushing sensation of knowing there will never be any more scenes with Aaron and the cow creamer.
Of course, not all promising but ultimately ill-fated shows get mercilessly cancelled in their first year. Some manage to make the cut at first, but somehow always seem to be at risk. Chuck, Fringe, Parenthood, Southland and Cougar Town all suffered from a lack of faith shown by their respective networks, and with the uncertainty of being cancelled always hanging over their heads, the writing suffered. Parenthood closed off each season finale as a series finale just in case, making each season finale a little too neat and saccharine and thus losing most of the poignancy it delivered throughout the rest of the season.Â Chuck seesawed between cancellation and revival led to shorter orders of episodes, so the showrunners could never pace the show at its optimal potential and story arcs seem rushed at best. Southland (RIP) and Cougar Town both switched networks, but continued to struggle with ratings.
Over time, I’ve learned to relegate all these potentially doomed shows to being watched when their seasons end, closing myself off to the feels they may bring with their storytelling and the frustrations attached to their renewals. Some day, I might be able to convince my heart that they’re just television shows, and like in life, they don’t always get the ending they deserve.
Shazia is part bionic, part crazy (parts not mutually exclusive), and would be happy conversing solely in TV quotes, forever hopeful of being one-upped in her obscure TV references. She blogsÂ hereÂ and microblogsÂ here.