Oops. I should’ve capitalized the “h” in Homicide. It’s amazing how a single typo can lead to the gross misinterpretation of a mundane proclamation of love for a television show. A lesser person would purposely employ such a glaring punctuation error soley for the shock value and the increased readership it would result in.
Sigh.
I used to look SO FORWARD to Friday evenings. I’m a pretty reserved 20 year old guy who isn’t into the party scene, doesn’t make friends easily, what with my shyness and all, and didn’t have use of a car until just recently, so watching Homicide: Life on the Street was The Big, End of the Week Event for me, an incentive and a reassurance that, if God did exist, He at least demonstrated a modicum of compassion and decency by allowing the perpetually Neilsen-impaired program to remain on the air. Now it’s gone.
I’ve never felt so impassioned about a fictional ensamble of characters, whether it be one I experienced within the pages of any number of books or the gatherings of Hollywood superstars with whom I spent a couple of hours during any movie. They seemed real, and I actually gave a damn about them. If you ever get a chance to watch classic episodes of H:LotS, such as “Crosetti,” “Every Mother’s Son,” “Heart of a Saturday Night,” “Subway,” etc., you’ll agree that this was the Shakespeare (Forgive my forwardness, but I don’t care if I misspelled the bard’s name) of the 90s. Mind you, I’m just randomly lamenting in lieu of bestowing trenchant insight upon the peoples wandering the gaudily electric halls of the Great Debates forum, of which I am already growing weary.
Not only is it a shame that it’s been cancelled (although I must applaud NBC for keeping it on life-support for the past 6 years), what’s even worse is the fact that the average shmuck on the street hasn’t even heard of it, let alone watched it, all the more depressing considering said shmuck’s seemingly vast knowledge of television programming compared to, say, foreign relations and the most elementary principles of U.S. government and such.
I’m done now. But I still miss it, damn it all.
“The Good deserve a higher plane of existence than this life can offer, The Bad an even higher.”