Bear with me. I’m not sure where this is going to go or how long it’s going to take to get there.
I am a devoted disciple of Joss Whedon. Not from the beginning or anything. I resisted the televised version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer for years. It was a teen drama. I wasn’t going to watch that pussy shit. Give me Fear Factor and pro wrasslin’ and keep your girlie crap to yourself, thank you very much.
But then sometime around the turn of the century (what an awesome phrase to be able to use) I saw a commercial for a “Very Special Episode” of Buffy. According to the ad the episode would be almost entirely silent. And then they gave a glimpse – albeit a brief one – of one of the scariest monsters I’ve ever seen. I had to check it out. Yeah, that dippy blonde was still going to be in it with her stupid teenage friends, but it looked creepy as hell.
Most of you already know that the episode I’m talking about is called “Hush” and that it is one of the finest hours of television ever aired. I thought so after watching it and still do. I would have been hooked if not for the fact that the very next episode was so steeped in ongoing storylines that I couldn’t figure out what the heck was going on. Stupid Army Franken-monster.
The next time I watched Buffy it was the end. Literally. I tuned in to the series finale just because such a big deal was being made of it and I was curious to see how such a beloved and long-lived show wrapped up (I know that seven seasons isn’t technically all that long, but compared to other shows that I’ve loved it seems like an eternity). I thought it was pretty epic and cool, but I didn’t like how [SPOILER ALERT!] they just turned all the girls of the world into Slayers. And I still don’t.
So I enjoyed “Hush” and “Chosen” more than I enjoy a lot of things. But it took a little longer for me to get hooked. At some point during my career at Wherehouse Music I had picked up a box set of Buffy episodes on VHS. It was part of a closeout sale and I got it for a buck or so. And then stuck it in a box under my couch, where it stayed for quite some time. A few months after “Chosen” aired I got sick and quarantined myself in my apartment for a couple of days. It was one of those sick times where you just don’t feel like doing anything. I didn’t feel like going and renting a movie. I was too broke to go buy anything after a doctor visit and a prescription. There was no OnDemand at the time and poking around the internet is just exhausting. I remembered the box of unwatched clearance VHS under the couch and put forth the Herculean effort involved in dragging it out. Buffy was sitting right there on top, so I pulled it out and somehow managed to get it out of the shrink wrap so I could crawl across the living room (it was all of four feet) to shove the tape into the VCR (out of curiosity, who here still owns a VCR?).
The episodes in the set were from the last part of season 2. Many of you out there probably just started weeping openly at the mere mention of them. I know I did. I won’t go into all the details because I plan on spending at least a week on Buffy next time I decide to watch the whole thing over again, but “Becoming” may well be the very best season finale I have ever seen. I got nerd chills right then just writing that.
So that was the point where I got stone-cold addicted like a hooker on crack. As soon as I got paid again I bought season 3 on DVD so I could find out what happened. I got through the third season in less than a week and bought seasons 1 and 2 at the same time so I could catch up to where I was. After taking those in, I watched 3 again (it’s still my favorite) and then bought 4. Season 4 not only had “Hush”, but it also led to my next Whedon addiction – Angel. I can’t remember exactly when what came out, but I ended up having to wait for either season 5 or 6 of Buffy. So I decided I would check out Angel in the interim. Naturally, the first season of Angel was as good as anything Whedon & Co. had done on Buffy (some was better, some wasn’t – it was all slightly more adult, though) so I was hooked on that, too.
Now, at this point, Angel was still actually on TV. So I started watching that. The last season was shaky, but I liked it for the most part. Enough that I was pretty severely bummed it was the last season.
It was also around this time that I met the future Mrs. Troublemaker, who was also a big Buffy fan. We were starting to get serious when the final season of Buffy came out on DVD. It was then that she discovered exactly what kind of lunatic I am and stayed with me anyway. You’d think the Buffy tattoos would have tipped her off.
I am very serious about my TV on DVD (or Netflix). If I’m able (which I rarely am anymore), I’ll take in an entire season of a show in the space of a couple of days. So I had told my future wife that I wanted to watch the seventh season of Buffy and asked if she wanted to also. Little did she know I meant in one sitting. Little did I know she didn’t know that. I don’t remember exactly how that got resolved – I’ll have to ask her about it. It didn’t get ugly or anything, I just remember the look on her face around episode seven when she realized I wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
Normally I would be coy here and throw something out like, “Around the time I really became a Buffy fan, this other show was announced…” But fuck that. We all know we’re here to talk about Firefly, so I’ll cut to the chase. I watched the first episode of Joss Whedon’s science fiction epic when it aired. I didn’t like it. I didn’t get what was going on. The main character was abrasive. I didn’t know who any of these people were and just couldn’t get into the world that was being presented to me. What I didn’t know at the time was that I was actually watching the second episode of the show because the idiot network that gave Seth McFarlane eleventy billion dollars to create the worst shows on television (I started writing this before the horrifying Flintstones announcement) had some poor decision makers in charge. This group of suck mutants decided it would be a good idea to skip over the two hours that explained just what the heck was going on and jump right into the middle of the narrative.
Have you ever picked up a book and just started reading, say, the third or fourth chapter? Do you think that would be a good idea? Could you get engaged in something after missing a significant chunk of introductory information? Of course not. But the fucktards at FOX thought that was the way to go.
Family Guy is still on the air, by the way.
So while I was a newly christened Buffy fan, I wasn’t yet such a hardcore Whedon devotee that I’d give his projects a little more time to grow on me out of pure love for the man. I am now, but not so much that I didn’t question a lot of what happened in Buffy Season 8 and even disagreed initially with the choice to have Whedon direct The Avengers (though I have since decided I was wrong about that).
So anyway, no Firefly for me.
Several years later it was announced that Joss Whedon was making a movie. I was excited about this until I learned it was going to be a Firefly movie. I believe my reaction was, “Didn’t that thing get cancelled?”
As luck would have it, somebody left the DVD set of Firefly at my GameStop around that time. It happened every once in a while. Somebody would come in to trade stuff and leave something for whatever reason. We would always put whatever it was in one of the drawers for a week and if nobody came back I’d take it home or give it to one of my co-workers. I’m sure that wasn’t necessarily kosher, but what were we going to do? Throw it away? So I got a free copy of Firefly and decided to give it another chance. I don’t remember the exact circumstances when I watched that first (the actual first) episode, but I know I wasn’t in the best frame of mind. And despite having a better introduction to the show, I still couldn’t get into it. I turned the pilot off after about twenty minutes and gave the set to somebody else.
And then, years later, another free copy of the Firefly set came into my life. This was after I got married. Mrs. Troublemaker had tried to watch it when it was on TV as well and didn’t like it. Of course, she doesn’t like sci-fi or westerns; so the show really had an uphill battle in her case. She still won’t watch it, even after experiencing the full-on Fillion magic that is Castle.
But I gave the show another chance. Everybody loved it. People wore ugly, embarrassing hats at Dragon*Con just to show their love for the show. Tons of people I knew talked about how great it was and how Serenity was just the best movie ever and Joss Whedon is a sexy man and blah, blah, blah. But I didn’t get past that first twenty minutes. It was some big battle and that guy was still abrasive and I still didn’t know what the heck was going on. There was plenty of other stuff to watch at the time, so I traded the set in.
And then it was Dragon*Con 2009 and those fucking hats were everywhere. And there were like, five different booths devoted to all things Firefly and Serenity. And the people in the hats and the booths seemed not only happy, but well-adjusted. It wasn’t a bunch of crazy nerdcore people loving that show. I was starting to suspect that the problem might be… me.
Thankfully, Netflix started its streaming service for the PS3 last year. After watching every single episode of Doctor Who they had to offer, I decided it was time to try again. I cooked up a big batch of cheese bacon, mixed up a Fanta Troublemaker and went down into the Man Room to sit down and watch that entire pilot. Come Hell or high wat… you know what, let’s not bring up water when discussing the Man Room. Suffice it to say, I was going to watch that first 90 minutes of Firefly no matter what. And of course, right after that twenty minute mark that I had previously found so intolerable everything got absolutely amazing and (say it with me) shiny.
I watched the first five episodes that night and would have watched them all if I hadn’t had to work the next night. Over the course of about a week I made the time to watch the rest of the show, then Serenity shortly thereafter.
There is something I should clarify here. I spent years sharing the opinion that Buffy the Vampire Slayer was the best show that had ever been on television. I have novels, comics and episode guides. I have Buffy, Willow (as a vampire), Oz (as a werewolf) and the Gentlemen tattooed on my right arm. Giles as a Fyoral demon will join them someday.
You might want to sit down for this next bit.
If I had to pick between complete Blu-Ray sets of all the Buffy-related stuff or all the Star Wars-related stuff and could only watch one or the other for the rest of my life (which hurts my heart just to think about) I would choose Buffy.
Settle down. I’m not saying I ever want to make that choice. I’m just saying I know that’s the way it would go.
My point here is that Firefly is better than Buffy.
I’ve seen a lot of my favorite shows cancelled before their time – War of the Worlds, Stella, Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles, Dollhouse (probably the least of Whedon’s efforts, though still great), Human Target and The Cape just to name a few. Firefly is the one show I would choose to bring back if I could.
I love how it is essentially the story of the Tams, but is also the story of Captain Malcolm Reynolds and his first mate, Zoe. And her husband, Wash. And Jayne Cobb and Kaylee – who is so adorable I truly believe sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth – and I think if the show could have gone on for as long as it should have it would have been a whole lot about Shepherd Book. And of course, Inara the Space Prostitute. Or Sprostitute, if you will.
It hurts me to listen to the cast and crew talk about the show. Plenty of people involved with different shows are enthusiastic when they talk about their work, but this group of people are clearly a family that want what they had back and were for the most part terribly hurt when it was taken away. Serenity seems to have been a bittersweet finale for all of them. They were glad to have the opportunity to close the story, but disappointed that it was the end.
Maybe someday I’ll get around to a discussion of the show itself. That was my intention today, but I’ve already put down 2,300 words and that’s really enough. I started on this one a couple of months ago and wasn’t entirely sure where I was going, but I think I’ve gotten there.
Until next time, stay creepy