A couple of weeks ago, ABC canceled Pushing Daisies, a show about which I could never figure out if it was crazily quirky or quirkily crazy. Either way, it was a show that I never really thought about all that hard about after it was over.
It was good, dark fun, but it wasn’t a show that I missed during the writer’s strike, either. For whatever reason, it never crossed the threshold into greatness.
So while I’m sad to see it go, I won’t be rushing out to buy the DVDs. Some people will, of course, and they are the people behind the inevitable “Save Pushing Daisies” campaigns, where no doubt 100,000 people all thought it was their original idea to send daisies to the “head of ABC.” Which, in the show’s iconography, would be the floating, disembodied head of Walt Disney.
Of course, you can send ’em dead flowers by the U.S. mail, and it ain’t going to help.
What will help? Two words: Time Machine.