When my husband and I first started living together, I was really into 1 hour dramas. Two of my favourites were The OC and Grey’s Anatomy.
The OC I’d gotten addicted to the year prior during my internship at an alternative newspaper. The internship was in another city and between the long hours and the long commute, when I came home, I just wanted mindless entertainment and the show fit the bill perfectly. How could you not love a show about a loveable nerd, his tough friend from the wrong side of the tracks and beachside beatdowns? Remember the first time someone said “Welcome to The OC, bitch!”? It was downright quaint!
As for Grey’s Anatomy, I’d started watching it the year I first moved out on my own. I had so little money, I couldn’t afford cable, but my rabbit ear antenna picked up four stations and Grey’s Anatomy was on one of them. The first episode premiered to little fanfare and when I watched it alone in my apartment on a spring night, I couldn’t help but think how awesome it was I’d discovered this show*.
By the time we moved in together, both shows were on their third seasons and I was madly in love with them. In fact, I loved them so much, I convinced Boy to watch them with me. Which he did, because he was a good sport. However, his enthusiasm soon wained.
“Do you ever notice,” he said, “that the last five minutes of each episode are less of a show and more of a glorified music video? Like they were tired and felt lazy so they just jammed a top 40 hit in there to save themselves a bit of writing?”
At first, I vehemently disagreed with this statement, because I felt they were both still well written shows**. Unfortunately, as time went on, this became less and less true and I began to see his point. Why write in emotional development when we can have Ryan Atwood cage-fight instead?
Anyway, when I came across this video online, I knew I had to post it. For anyone who has ever been exhausted by the favourite show turning into a music video (or even for those of you who like a little tuneage with your melodrama), this one’s for you.
Major props to Stuckey and Murray for getting it right!
*Boy knew how much I loved it and for Valentine’s Day that year, he actually went out and bought the first season for me, along with a bouquet of red tulips. Aw.
**To be fair, I think at that point, The OC had already kind of devolved with Ryan being a bit bipolar, Marissa pining after a surf nazi and Seth and Summer having relationship problems for no reason. As for Grey’s Anatomy, I held out through season 4 and part of season 5, pretty much right up until Izzy’s brain tumour caused her to have random ghost sex with Denny because Shonda Rhimes thought it would be nice to slip Jeffrey Dean Morgan a couple of extra paychecks. JDM, I like you and everything, but that was ridiculous and stupid. Ugh. There is a bad taste in my mouth now just thinking about all that.