Remember when TV shows used to die of old age and poor Nielsen ratings? Remember those days before DVR and you knew your favorite show wasn’t your favorite anymore because you opted to actually skip an episode or three? You had time to prepare for that show being taken off the air because as a Nielsen rating, you were empowered and you clumsily believed when you stopped watching the show, it would go off the air shortly thereafter. Viewers broke up with the show and the show never broke up with us. Well, TV shows have started burning their GRP padded bra’s because not only are shows breaking up with their viewers, but some shows have ignored the relationship completely.
The rate amongst suicidal broadcast programming is going up and it would appear no amount of capitalistic counseling is stopping the trend. Top rated shows are dropping like flies leaving in their wake a legion of unsatisfied viewers. NYPD Blue, Seinfeld, The King of Queens and Monk were both critical and commercial darlings who crept out the backdoor leaving viewers to snuggle up to reruns and DVD boxed editions. Holding onto a DVD boxed edition of my favorite show is like hanging onto very hot pictures of an ex-girlfriend who is now taking very hot pictures for her new boyfriend. I’d rather not.
Some shows one can argue finished their story arcs like HBO’s The Wire but how could a show like Seinfeld which was literally about nothing, have nothing left to say? You weren’t saying anything in the first place so I presume silence was the next logical procession. The final season of F/X’s the Shield was so powerful it literally had me staring at the credits long after Vic Mackey disappeared off the screen. I was so angry. They broke up with me despite years of my faithfulness. There were plenty of times I could’ve made new kids with my wife but opted instead to watch The Shield and despite that sacrifice, it was now gone and I’m home alone with no Shield and an angry wife.
F/X didn’t stop there either. They’re the Charles Manson of network serial killers.
Despite growing ratings every year since its inception, F/X’s popular show Rescue Me is going into its last year with its July season and now I wish we had never met. Yes, I sound like a jilted ex-boyfriend but that’s exactly what I am. I’m not done laughing and caring for these characters. I feel as if every show is born on death row and headed towards an abbreviated life and there’ll be no last minute stay order from the governor to keep them alive. They’re killing themselves willingly. It’s a rejection of magnificent proportions and worse still, I can’t do anything about it. F/X is not releasing any press release expressing why they’re taking Resume Me off the air. I just have to accept it.
Son’s of Anarchy is currently my favorite show and yes, it’s on F/X. At this point I don’t know whether to stop watching it now to avoid the ultimate end not of my own choosing or should I stick it out like a desperate girlfriend praying for that wedding ring after years of dating.
Can you imagine the bloodshed that will happen when HBO decides True Blood is too expensive to produce? What do they expect us to do when that happens…read the books?! It’s hard enough reading a blog (ahem) damnit. Entourage is leaving us this year and for what reason? You don’t know? Well, join the club ‘cause nobody does especially the millions of people who still enjoy it.
Where is our viewers bill of rights where it states that unless a show falls below a certain rating over a course of time the viewer can expect the network to end the program within “x” amount of time? That sounds like a compromise to me because if fans are that loyal, they’ll start tuning in again to save the show. Networks should have a universal “jump-the-shark” panic button where we as viewers can let them know that the show we’ve loved for years is looking long in the tooth or has gone drastically off course and we want it fixed. We all knew when Miami Vice had lost its vice but we couldn’t do anything about it and soon, Crockett and Tubbs were fodder of childhood memories. Sigh, where have you gone Matt Houston and wherever you are, please tell Jake & The Gold Monkey I have never forgotten them. Tell Ten Speed and Brown Shoe I said hello and please let me know what was Alex Keaton’s reaction to Obamacare.
Sigh…
If the networks are going to prematurely end our favorite shows shouldn’t we have the ability to abort their efforts for us to fall in love with them in the first place? Dare I say all those True Blood advocates should flock to the books more than the show as a wanton display of power? Can we stage a national day of FM silence once they decide too many of us love Glee? Will Milwaukee literally blow up when Sons of Anarchy is cancelled and everyone considering a motorcycle universally decides to buy Japanese instead of American?
More Sigh…
It’s a pipe dream I know but the sooner viewers empower themselves the sooner we can ensure that the David Chase’s of the world don’t think they can disrespect our relationship with their show by giving us impotent and life crushing endings like he did the Soprano’s.
The finale of that show is an example of hubris unseen since Victor Frankenstein played God all those centuries ago. Ironically enough the Soprano’s never killed itself but made it a point of going out shooting all its viewers through the heart.
Somebody please Rescue Me…
