09-28-2016, 07:55 PM
Sheldon was the reason I was drawn to the show, Penny was the reason I stuck around. Her response to his oddities was exactly the thing I've always admired in reality; the challenging, pisstaking, yet loving reaction to a thing beyond our ken. Acceptance above all.
Not to MOCK the thing misunderstood, not to demand it CHANGE, but to accept it, if you love the damn thing.
Sheldon and Penny always accepted each other, even to infuriation.
Their relationship was the solitary glory of Big Bang. A unique event surrounded by the usual circumstantial sitcom chaos and charm. It didn't ask for anything, it wasn't selling anything, it just leapt out as a unique event. Bizarre and extraordinary.
When Amy turned up I lost that. She seemed to hate him. She saw him as a cutout "boyfriend" and a substandard one, that she took because she had no other option. His role was reduced to "idiot manchild who doesn't put out", rather than extraordinary, otherworldly genius, flummoxed and annoyed in the land of social ventures.
I don't watch the show now, because I can't stand to see that beautiful character being dragged through the dross.
The writers are exceedingly clever, the owners are sharp, but there is a abyss between what they think is noble and worthy of artistic continuation, and what they are producing.
But again, perhaps this is indeed our own sufferance, forcing itself upon their device. Perhaps they think it poetic? If so, there is nothing else to do than back away and weep, quietly.
Perhaps it is glorious! Perhaps!
Not to MOCK the thing misunderstood, not to demand it CHANGE, but to accept it, if you love the damn thing.
Sheldon and Penny always accepted each other, even to infuriation.
Their relationship was the solitary glory of Big Bang. A unique event surrounded by the usual circumstantial sitcom chaos and charm. It didn't ask for anything, it wasn't selling anything, it just leapt out as a unique event. Bizarre and extraordinary.
When Amy turned up I lost that. She seemed to hate him. She saw him as a cutout "boyfriend" and a substandard one, that she took because she had no other option. His role was reduced to "idiot manchild who doesn't put out", rather than extraordinary, otherworldly genius, flummoxed and annoyed in the land of social ventures.
I don't watch the show now, because I can't stand to see that beautiful character being dragged through the dross.
The writers are exceedingly clever, the owners are sharp, but there is a abyss between what they think is noble and worthy of artistic continuation, and what they are producing.
But again, perhaps this is indeed our own sufferance, forcing itself upon their device. Perhaps they think it poetic? If so, there is nothing else to do than back away and weep, quietly.
Perhaps it is glorious! Perhaps!
"WHERE THE HELL'S MY PARACHUTE?"