As a young person, September was my favorite time of the year. No, it wasn’t the anticipation of the fall season. No, it wasn’t about the excitement of returning to school. It was the fall lineup of the new television programs.
Television was the place I watched characters interact. I laughed at the antics of comedies. I had excellent seating as the human drama of life played out before my eyes. It was the perfect escape for a young girl.
The years have sped past. I still look forward to the new season, but the anticipation has dimmed. Other television networks now offer a place for new television programs during the summer months, once known as the valley of reruns.
Nevertheless, I was eager to watch some of the network’s fall lineup.
Spoiler alert. I will mention a show by name. I am sorry if I offend anyone.
I watched Charlie’s Angels. I watched the original in the seventies. I know it was considered a T and A show, but you’ve got to love the idea of a program where women kick butt. The repurposed program has a lot going for it. The show is well shot, the women are beautiful. Those are good ingredients. It’s like a novel you pick up at the grocery store. You read the back cover blurb, and it sounds like a great read.
Within ten minutes, I was ready to change the channel. I knew I wouldn’t bother to watch this show again. Ever.
What went wrong?
They killed off one of the Angels in the first minutes of the show. No, I hadn’t grown attached to her. The problem was the emotions of the other characters. They said the lines, but I didn’t believe for one second, the emotion behind the words. There was none. The Angels looked beautiful, but it was on the surface. I wanted more. I wanted to suspend belief and get caught up in these people’s lives. That didn’t happen.
If anyone watched this show, I’d love to get your perspective on the episode.
I don’t think they are losing sleep in Hollywood. “Hey, what can we do to get Lynn Mapp to watch our show again? I don’t think it will last if she bails on us.”
I will never forget last season’s first episode of Grey’s Anatomy. The staff was dealing with the aftermath of a murderous rampage at Seattle Grace. I believed. The grief was real. I felt the pain the various staff members spent the season dealing with, and how this event disrupted these people’s lives.
How often have you checked the name of the author of a book you’ve read, and promised never to read anything they write again? I’m asking you to think about what they did so YOU don’t repeat their mistakes. What did they do that turned you off as a reader? You don’t have to mention names.