…and no, I haven’t finished Page Eight. I’ll get to it. It’s not going anywhere. It’s on the DVR. Wonderful invention, like a hard drive. Saves any program you want. Sigh. I find myself deleting most. What was that statement in the early ’60’s , TV’s Wasteland. Anyway. I wasted the other night watching Cancel Christmas. A too predictable, gonna-have-a-happy-ending-in-two-hours-if-it kills-us-all movie. The acting was okay. It’s the premise that’s pathetic. There is the irascible, crotchety, worse than Scrooge person who changes his heart at the end or the family that comes together after a parent died or left or just overcomes tragedy to see the true joy of the Christmas season. Very Hallmark.
And, thanks to cable, we have a Hallmark Channel. So very Hallmark all the time. And I just don’t get it. Is that what people want? The happy endings? I love the Sisters Grimm books by Michael Buckley. I’ve read the first eight, I think there’s more, but am on to other stuff. In the new television series Once Upon A Time we’re transported back and forth between the world of fairy tale, although not the fairy tales we know and love. They’re a bit more skewed to the evil that exists around us.
The premise, that the big bad witch of Snow White fame, wants to end all happy endings. And there is the plucky young woman who is going to, one can only hope, bring the big bad witch to a big bad end. Emma. I like that Emma is very now. Present. And edgy. I can’t find any Grimm story or folklore that shows that Snow had a child. Although, there probably is one somewhere. Or some very creative writer decided to invent the daughter as a device to create, eventually, the big bad end. And in Once Upon A Time the catalyst for the denouement is Emma’s own child. The one she gave up at age 18. Because Emma is not in any way at all expecting a happy ending.
Glad this isn’t on the Hallmark Channel. They’d have so messed it up.