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rosa_acicularis) wrote2010-05-30 08:10 pm
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thirty days of television meme. wonderbar.
I know I'm just about the last person on the block to do this meme, but I've decided that I'm ready to commit to this month-long expression of my television love. So, Day One: A Show That Should Never Have Been Canceled.
Picture this: The woefully underused nutbar Jeremy Piven and the brilliant but Show Killing Paula Marshall in the ultimate Romantic Comedy/Greek Mythology Mash Up, created by Veronica Mar's Rob Thomas and featuring a genius parade of Hey, It's That Guy! That Guy From That Thing! I Love That Guy! guest stars, including Tom DeKay, Patrick Fabian, Sherilyn Fenn, Harry Groener, Joe Flanigan, Marc Vann, and mother-freaking LISA LOEB. (I was thirteen years old when this show first aired in 1998, and all I wanted in life was to be Lisa Loeb. Yes, I know.)
That show you just pictured? That was Cupid.
Cupid was a show about a man who believed love was passion and fate and romance, and a woman who believed that love was a mere chemical reaction in the brain, and that real relationships were founded on compatibility, common interests, and mutual respect. They fought a lot. The man was an eccentric but good-intentioned matchmaker, seriously mentally ill, or the Roman god of love -- depending on who you asked and how annoyed they were with him at the time. The woman was his psychiatrist. Together, they fought crime.
Or fixed a lot of people up on dates. Either way.
Cupid was smart and fast and absurd and mysterious and sexy, and if you're wondering why ABC axed it after only fifteen ridiculously compelling episodes, then you, my friend, have just stumbled upon one of the great television mysteries of our time.
Okay, not so much a mystery - it got booted to the Friday Night Slot of Death after about one episode, and then everyone was shocked when it got crappy ratings. If this had happened ten years later, we at least would have gotten a DVD release and a crapload of awesome fanfic; as it is, we must carry on with what little solace the internet can provide:
I honestly don't think it's possible to watch this show and not like it. Also, as is the case in all self-respecting 90s shows, the music is by W.G. Snuffy Walden - or, as I like to call him, Snuffy McSnufferson.
And its theme song is by The Pretenders, the Mayor of Sunnydale sings and dances, a man who thinks he's Don Quixote becomes convinced that Trevor (Jeremy Piven) is his Sancho Panza, people make a lot of classics jokes, and did I mention Lisa Loeb?
(Note: Never mention the 2009 bastardization in my presence unless you want me to start weeping. Do you have any idea how much I love Sarah Paulson? Do you have any idea how badly I wanted that show to let her kick the ass that I know, in my soul, that she is capable of kicking? Do you have any idea how much, despite her incredible awesome, that show fucking sucked? I doubt you do; I think I'm the only person in the country who watched more than five minutes of it.)
Picture this: The woefully underused nutbar Jeremy Piven and the brilliant but Show Killing Paula Marshall in the ultimate Romantic Comedy/Greek Mythology Mash Up, created by Veronica Mar's Rob Thomas and featuring a genius parade of Hey, It's That Guy! That Guy From That Thing! I Love That Guy! guest stars, including Tom DeKay, Patrick Fabian, Sherilyn Fenn, Harry Groener, Joe Flanigan, Marc Vann, and mother-freaking LISA LOEB. (I was thirteen years old when this show first aired in 1998, and all I wanted in life was to be Lisa Loeb. Yes, I know.)
That show you just pictured? That was Cupid.
Cupid was a show about a man who believed love was passion and fate and romance, and a woman who believed that love was a mere chemical reaction in the brain, and that real relationships were founded on compatibility, common interests, and mutual respect. They fought a lot. The man was an eccentric but good-intentioned matchmaker, seriously mentally ill, or the Roman god of love -- depending on who you asked and how annoyed they were with him at the time. The woman was his psychiatrist. Together, they fought crime.
Or fixed a lot of people up on dates. Either way.
Cupid was smart and fast and absurd and mysterious and sexy, and if you're wondering why ABC axed it after only fifteen ridiculously compelling episodes, then you, my friend, have just stumbled upon one of the great television mysteries of our time.
Okay, not so much a mystery - it got booted to the Friday Night Slot of Death after about one episode, and then everyone was shocked when it got crappy ratings. If this had happened ten years later, we at least would have gotten a DVD release and a crapload of awesome fanfic; as it is, we must carry on with what little solace the internet can provide:
I honestly don't think it's possible to watch this show and not like it. Also, as is the case in all self-respecting 90s shows, the music is by W.G. Snuffy Walden - or, as I like to call him, Snuffy McSnufferson.
And its theme song is by The Pretenders, the Mayor of Sunnydale sings and dances, a man who thinks he's Don Quixote becomes convinced that Trevor (Jeremy Piven) is his Sancho Panza, people make a lot of classics jokes, and did I mention Lisa Loeb?
(Note: Never mention the 2009 bastardization in my presence unless you want me to start weeping. Do you have any idea how much I love Sarah Paulson? Do you have any idea how badly I wanted that show to let her kick the ass that I know, in my soul, that she is capable of kicking? Do you have any idea how much, despite her incredible awesome, that show fucking sucked? I doubt you do; I think I'm the only person in the country who watched more than five minutes of it.)