2000-10-05
Dear Diary:

    If there is a rash of inexplicable disappearances of CBC programming executives in the next few weeks, I want to state right now for the record that it has nothing to do with me.

    See, last night Dominic DaVinci didn't say "eh" once. And not only that, they've put a NYPD Blue type soundtrack into my favourite show AND black and white cutaways � la Homicide. My beloved Canadian crime show isn't Canadian anymore.

    I am so ticked off about this I can barely speak, eh.

    There are two TV programs I don't miss. One of them is DaVinci's Inquest, which revolves around the life of a coroner in Vancouver, and the other is West Wing.

    The reason I was addicted to DaVinci's Inquest is that it combined great storytelling and complicated offbeat characters with being unapologetically Canadian. When Dominic was questioning someone, you'd hear him say stuff like, "Is that right, eh?" Woo HOO he used The Magic Word.

    Well, last night he didn't say "eh" once.

    Oh and don't get me started about what they've done to his secretary! The first season she was really cool in this gotharific way, the second year they gave her a slightly more mainstream look and this year THEY'VE TURNED HER INTO A BIMBO with low cut dresses and part of a bra strap showing!

    Uh oh. Two exclamation points in a row. I ... must ... take ... a ... deep ... breath ... and ... calm ... down.

    Oh, but there's one more thing, the final outrage. They're making everyone in the show simpler, more black and white, taking all of the grays out of them. Arrrrggggghhhhh.

    When Homicide was on, I was big time addicted. Why? Because unlike most TV shows which keep making the main characters simpler, Homicide was like real life--the longer you knew the characters, the more complicated they got.

    I mean, compare Tim Bayliss from the beginning of Homicide--this rookie homicide detective, kind of a straight arrow, choir boy type--with Bayliss at the end, this tormented Buddhist bisexual questioning everything about himself. Um, can you tell that I miss that show?

    You know, I'll put up with a lot--cleaning up a kitty's dead stuff, goofy roofs, dribbling teapots ... but man oh man, taking away Dominic DaVinci's "eh" ...

    I'm not sure I can bear it.

--Marn

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