Eight Seasons. 177 episodes.
Just like the title character, I´m a man of routine. I love having a series to follow in a weekly basis (and that´s why the pony-less summer is driving me crazy). I never realized that for almost a decade I have been watching House every single day.
It was just there, whenever I want it to see it. Any episode of any season will be airing and I must have watched them all at least twice.
House is a series that joined me during my transition into an adult. It began when I was 18 and it ended a little while after I turned 26. With each passing year my life grew more miserable, as did House´s.
Watching that character fall even deepr, from being send to an asylum, to being throw in jail, to lose the love of his life and his best and almost only friend; and I have to give kudos to the writer for made me like such a pathetic character.
I´m a fan of underdogs, form Naruto Uzumaki to Scootaloo, but House was an atypical case of one. He was successful but he wasn´t satisfied with said success. He was a sort of “idiotic genius”, brilliant on his field but ignorant of everyone else accomplishment. Just like Sherlock Holmes, the character he is based on.
Watch House small moments of happiness yanked away from him were always the worst moments for me. I ended up relating to this fictional character. His struggle to solve a puzzle, always failing until the last ten minutes of the show when he will have an Eureka Moment and finally discover that one thing that will solve the case, reminded me of my struggle to write a good story, failing every time until I found that one sentence that made the whole story fall together in one piece.
I won´t say the series was perfect. Some episodes felt like filler and some scenes like padding. Seasons 4 and 5 were kinda the lowest point but the end result after eight years was an enjoyable journey.
As a brony, one of my biggest fears is for My Little Pony to end on its 65 episode, be canceled in a regular episode with no sense of closure and that would left a bitter taste in my mouth. Spectacular Spider-Man suffered that fate, Transformers Animated had a sort of ending but it wasn´t satisfying, Lazer magazine, the most influential magazine about comics and animation on the sotuern hemisphere was cancelled due to pressure and it died an anonymous death; all those deaths left a scar in me because they were not endings, they were abrupt cuts. A curtain suddenly falling on top of my head.
House had a proper ending. A journey of eight years ended with a solid resolution. After eight years of suffering, after eight years of searching for the answer, to understand what was the point of living, House found an answer, took an opportunity and finally found peace and happiness along with a promise of better times. Some may call that ending bittersweet, I found it happy. At the end the answer is just very simple…smile.
I saw Doctor Gregory House smile at the very end. For real. A genuine smile of happiness, not a smug of confidence and sarcasm but a wide smile of genuine joy.
I´m stills searching for that smile on my face but if Dr. House was able to find it, then I´m confident I will too.
Maybe I just need to hear to Buddy Bolden´s advice…
“The nasty and dirty…
Take it away.”