SyFy cancelled Eureka.
A fantastic show with great relationships, heart and humour is axed because of a “business decision.”
Well, duh. You are a business. Every decision you make is, therefore, a “business decision.” I suppose that whimpy non-answer is because you couldn’t bring yourself to admit openly that although you purport to be the cable channel where viewers can hook up with Science Fiction you have actually become the place to go for oddly chosen, cheaply produced programming about idiots wandering around with heat vision cameras looking for “ghosts”. I confess I watched ninety seconds of one of those shows last Saturday. Here’s what I saw:
“ZOMG! There are figures showing up on the infrared down by the bridge! Is that [insert name of ghost]?”
::dude gets on walkie-talkie::
“Hey, Other Ghost Buster Person, Where are you guys?”
“Oh, we moved down by the bridge because of [insert random reason].”
::dude gets off walkie-talkie::
“So Sarah and other dude are down by the bridge. They are the heat blooms we saw.”
Yes. That’s it. That’s the show. And of course it’s probably buckets cheaper to make than a scripted drama, so the “SyFy” channel is going to produce more of those. It’s a Business Decision.
Granted, as a writer I’m more sensitive to the abandonment of scripted programming than other people. And yes, I get that even Reality TV is scripted to a degree. But it sticks in my craw the way we’ve just waltzed away from Story as though it didn’t matter. As though storytellers aren’t one of the three oldest professions of mankind. People have always needed the three Fs, no matter what we tell ourselves. Maslow’s hierarchy may be food, clothing, shelter and so forth, but the Three Fs that people always yearn for, chase down, kill for are Food, F—-g, and Fiction. You know what. Maybe I should be polite and change that to the Three Ss. Okay.
Sustenance, Sex, Story.
Either way, that’s what people want and need to go on.
And yes I’m rambling and this is right up there with my idiot blog post on Twilight. But I stand by what I’m saying.
When there aren’t Stories, the world goes to hell.
Remember the writers’ strike a couple of years ago? Remember how the Great Recession started right after that? Of course technically it’s because so much of Southern California, which is where the highest housing debt bubble was located was also out of work for months just so “writers” could get five imaginary cents from YouTube. And so those people didn’t pay their inflated mortgages and the world crumbled, I say in an oversimplified breakdown of the situation. But the fact of the matter is that without story everyone kind of went nuts. At least I discovered South Park.
What was I ranting about again? Oh yeah. One of my favourite shows is cancelled. At least now I have a great collection of DVDs. Eureka can join Arrested Development, Freaks and Geeks, Veronica Mars, and Deadwood on my Shelf Of Eternally Great TV Killed By Business Decisions.