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.”
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