Sunday, February 15, 2004
Fairwell, Angel
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the road less traveled by and they CANCELLED MY FRIKKIN' SHOW. I totally shoulda took the road that had all those people on it. Damn." -Joss Whedon, on Angel Cancellation
I love Joss Whedon. I do. Sometimes I feel like that damn, deBeers commercial. You know the one, where some attractive looking man and woman are walking down some attractive looking street, in some very attractive country, destined not to be America. Yes. And the man, in a fit of inspiration or joy, yells in the street, “I love this woman.” The woman all flushed and embarassed (but secretly delighted), then gets a look at the diamond, said man is offering, and whispers revelantly, “I love this man. I love this man.” Yes its almost enough to make me love that man, or rather the thought of that woman whispering that phrase in my ear (even if she is calling me a man). Oh. Yes. Where was I. I love that man. Joss Whedon maybe the only man, I’ve ever said that about.
In the winter of 1997, my life and television viewing habits were drastically, dramatically, changed. It started with a voice over, ”In every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone shall stand against the demons, the vampires and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer.” I had a ball with episode one, returned for episode two, and gave my heart and home to a series by episode three. I was religious. I watched. I prepared to watched--yes prepping my home, my friends, even my cat knew better than to interrupt. I recorded while I watched. I read. I got spoiled. I adore the stars. I adored the station. But mostly, I adored the writer, director, visionary man, who made me realize that one could fall in love with TV.
For seven years I was faithful. I was devote. I never considered straying, even when those tempting morsels, called the Gilmore Girls kept whispering such tempting verbal candy into my ear. So my marriage was happy, but destined to end. I knew that going into it, but was a firm believer in ”take love when it comes to you, shower it with care, and never regret that you have loved.” So after seven years, Buffy said goodbye, but it’s sibling Angel was still around. It was like not having your friend, but having access to your friends family. A comfort.
Now I know there are those who loved Angel, like I loved Buffy. But for me Angel was often more comfort food, than pure love. But now, its gone, or rather going away. I find myself sadden. I’ll miss Angel. I’ve already been missing Cordelia, and I’ll miss Fred and Gunn. I’ll also miss just the opportunity that is lost. The possibility of visiting with Buffy, Willow, or Faith sometime in the future; to see how they’ve grown; to be exposed to their life where it is now and to continue to wish them a fond fairwell.
Joss Whedon is brilliant man. His shows were forces of nature. They were not meant to just be watched but to be lived with. The characters become your friends, your family, and all along Joss as guide. Hopefully Joss and Mutant Enemy will be back on TV, with some other outrageous but fantastical show that you can’t turn away from, but until then I’ll remember this brilliant man, who made me laugh, cry, and rearrange my life around Tuesday nights for seven years. So I wave, Farewell, and will occassionally whisper, “I love this man. I love this man.”
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