In which I whine unattractively about yet another cancelled awesome show that I discovered too late
I just finished watching The Middleman. All measly 12 episodes of it. I tried to savour it, I tried to stretch it out, I kept telling myself I had to be prepared for the inevitable cruel, cancellation-based, far too premature ending.
You guys, I WAS NOT PREPARED. Why do I live in a world where Keeping Up With the Kardashians and Bridezillas are A Thing while shows like this get cancelled?? Can I go live in the parallel universe where Firefly is in its 12th season, The Middleman is just about to start season 5, any show with a Mary Sue heroine never even makes it to pre-production, and crime procedurals are the fringe genre with a mere handful of options? Please? I don't care if it's an otherwise post-apocalyptic and evil-adjacent parallel universe, as long as it Makes Good Art.
Seriously, what the fuck. This show is so good. It's funny, it's cracky, it's occasionally endearing and earnest, it makes fun of itself, it's full of geeky charm. It's smart and choc-a-bloc with goofball dialogue and witty pop culture references. It's like Firefly's crackier, artschool-attending, smartass little sister. I know I should be happy there ARE the 12 eps at least, but IT'S NOT ENOUGH AND I WANT MORE.
Ok, I'm better now. Well, not really. I guess I'll just go watch that live reading the cast did of the unproduced 13th ep at Comic Con (go cast! you rock!), then start buying comics and fume a lot about why I have to watch live readings of unproduced episodes and buy comics instead of watching the Big Damn Show On DVD.
Thanks for the rec, lilithilien. I'll be whining at you a lot next time I see you. PREPARE.