TRH TV - The End Of An Era

I've finally done it. This week I broke up with Grey's Anatomy. Completely and entirely. I erased the show from the PVR. I made no attempt to watch it first. I read the recaplet but, come on, what's a girl to do? I've decided that there's only room in my life for one medical drama, and that's ER, and now that Stanley Tucci's on the show, well, there's no question where my viewing eyeballs will be focused.

Tuesday is the last episode of Gilmore Girls. I have a feeling I'll have a lot more to say about that come next week. This year has been so disappointing for me in terms of that show. But I learned a good writing lesson: imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery, often the characters might look and talk like they used to, but they're acting nothing like the Rory and Lorelai we came to know over the past few years. There's a quality and a substance to the writing on that show that seems impossible for the new show-runners to capture.

I'm sad The Sopranos is ending because it means the old-school HBO dramas have all come to a close. Entourage has stood up quite well in place of some, and it'll be years before we see The Wire again, which is the best show on television. I'm going to miss the quality Sunday night dramas. Somehow, even if Big Love does start up again, am I ever really going to care? Probably not.

Sigh.

How many weeks until Rescue Me comes back? And should we just box up the television until then? Probably.

Wow. I'm really rambling here and not making much of point other than Grey's jumped the shark, ER has found its way back, Gilmore Girls is done and I spent far too much time thinking about television.