‘Pushing Daisies’ blogging: “Kerplunk”
(previous: Episode 12: “Water and Power”)
Looks like that pie is just about gone…
[spoilers after the jump!]
I told myself that I was holding off on watching the last episode ever of Pushing Daisies like I would hold off on eating the last piece of Godiva in the box. Except I never hold off on eating chocolate — I could get hit by a bus if I left a piece of chocolate for the next day, and then where would I be?
So then I told myself I was just too swamped to make the time to watch that last episode, which had been sitting on my DVR for more than a month — too much else to do. But that’s not really true, either. The fact is, the knowledge that there was to be no more Pushing Daisies removed a lot of the urgency I felt to finish it up. (Kinda like how it was with Kings, too — why get even more involved with these characters and their world if it’s gonna be gonna soon?)
Now, though, the complete second series of the show has been released on DVD. (It’s just out today; it’s been out for a while in Region 2, maybe because those last few episodes didn’t get aired in the U.K.?). So, like ripping off a Band-Aid quickly, to lessen the sting, I finally watched the bitter end of the show.
And yes, I did find it bitter. Bittersweet, at least.
I want to say, “At least the writers tried to wrap things up,” as if that were a good thing. But I don’t want to hear that wise and omniscient narrator tell me that this “should not be considered an ending, for endings are where we begin.” It’s ending. Nothing’s beginning, except how I have to begin to imagine how Ned and Chuck are gonna endure never touching each other. How the aunts are going to deal with discovering Chuck is alive. Will Ned and Chuck tell the aunts about Ned’s strange power? If not, how to explain Chuck’s not-deadness?
What’s with all this happiness threatening happiness? What’s with that superhero or supervillain in the sewers? That’s an ending that’s supposed to not tantalize me?
All that’s beginning is my despair at no longer being able to revel in lovely wordplay and intelligent banter and sweet snarky naughtiness (“Short Round” and her “what’s in his banana hammock”)
So I spent the whole episode — or at least the first half, anyway — trying to fool myself. Saying to myself, “Ah, Aquacade! Funny. ‘Night of 1000 bubbles’? Wonderful! Oh, yes, indeed, that shark is going to be bad news, yessiree… A patsy shark and pie lard in the hairgel? Someone’s been naughty! My goodness, the colors! Look at those Mermaid costumes! Look at those team tracksuits!”
But it was no good. Now I’m even more depressed than I was when I was trying to convince myself I wasn’t depressed.
(Watch full episodes at ABC’s official site for the show.)