A few weeks ago I read an entry on PopWatch about Mariah Carey's rendition of "I'll Be There" at MJ's memorial. The blogger commentated on how because of shows such as American Idol we only see perfect performances as decent ones. We obsess so much over the perfect pitch and the tone, we ignore the artist's emotions. ART IS ABOUT EMOTIONS NOT PERFECTION. Look back on the Ronnettes and Judy Garland. They sounded great but the flaws, the tearful hiccups made them transcend from mediocrity to greatness.
This of course brings me to Joss Whedon's Dollhouse. When Dollhouse first aired, us Brown Coats balked at the granddaddy of modern serial television. (Sorry Lost fans, Buffy did long story arches way before that plane even crashed and Dark Shadows invented it.) How could Whedon give us a show with such a flawed structure and plotline? The early episodes felt like Sci-Fi CSI and when it finally started kicking ass we wondered why it took so fracking long. However, after I watched the unaired "Pilot" I see the brilliance of Joss's ways. Because we suffered through the horrid first five episodes (Eliza the backup singer, anyone?) the jump into the mythology and secrets beneath Echo came as shocking plot details, wheras if we Echo encountered Agent Ballard on the first episode we wouldn't have blinked. The pimples, the cult episode, and over all shittiness actually is what makes Dollhouse one of the best shows on TV. Its flawed, but that's what made season one so fucking beautiful in the first place. Now if only we could have a Susan Boyle on US tv.
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