The Girl Geek











{October 10, 2007}   Pushin’ Daisies

It’s not too special of a story on the surface: a man has a magical touch that can raise the dead.

What’s really unique about Pushin’ Daisies is the whole feel to it. For a quick run down, a man, Ned (played by Lee Pace), found out when he was a child that when he touched something dead, it would come back to life. If he touched that newly alive thing again, it’d die for good. If the person he touched stayed alive for more than a minute, another person in the immediate area would die. His secret is found out by Emerson Cod (Chi McBride) who goes into business in with Ned (the pie-maker, owner of the Pie Hole) waking the dead in the morgue, finding out how they died, and collecting the reward while giving them justice.

Soon after the beginning of the show, you see Ned’s first kiss, Charlotte (aka Chuck). She lived next door to Ned after he found out about his ability. Sometime after, Ned’s mom died, so Ned used his ability to wake her up. Because she was alive for more than a minute, however, someone had to die. So, Chuck’s dad died. Eventually, when Ned’s mom went to give him a hug, she touched him again, and died forever. Chuck (played by Anna Friel) went to live with her sheltered aunts, and Ned went to live at a boarding school. One day while watching the news, Ned sees a story about how his old neighbor, Chuck, died on a cruise ship. So, he goes and saves her, much to the chagrin of Emerson.

The reason I love this show is it’s mix of originality, superb writing, and talented actors. This show is a bright version of Tim Burton, and is insane enough to love. My whole family, with all of our diverse interests enjoy this show, and we can sit here and laugh hysterically as a family.

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In my humble geek opinion, House and the man behind the misanthrope have both been collectively shut out this year at the Emmys. I fully expected watching the show and seeing Hugh Laurie take Lead Actor and House take Best Drama. Although I only learned of the awesomeness that is House half-way through the second season, I’ve adopted it as my own. That being said, I’m proud of the genius writers, directors, crew, cast, and House himself. I’m proud of all the wins they had at the Creative Emmys, SAG awards, and Golden Globes this past year, and all the ones previous. However, I’m sad that they can’t seem to get a break in the big time. It’s hard watching some sub-par shows get all the attention while the true masterpieces (including House) are overlooked.

I’m not mad because the Sopranos got their final win. That really didn’t matter because they’re done. They ran out their season, and although I’m just now catching the cut down episodes on A&E, I believe that they deserved to win. That being said, why the hell would they give the win to James Spader? Give it to James Gandolfini. Give it to Hugh Laurie. Give it to the other nominees. I hate James Spader the actor. Maybe because of what he did to Duckie and Andie in Pretty in Pink.

Either way, I’m still going to be watching the season premiere intently on 9/25, and taping the subsequent episodes while I’m at school. Then watching them as soon as I get home.



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