Hi, my name is Stephanie, and I've been unable to quit Once Upon A Time for two years now.
I consider it my own, personal drug that I desperately want to quit. I see how bad it is, I cringe in a sick form of anticipation for failure every time I sit down to watch - and yet, I STILL sit down to watch. I believe there's a moment, every week of a new episode, that I sit there and say to myself, "That's it. I'm not turning this on next week. I'm done." And yet, by the time that Regina or Emma or Henry does something something stupid and the preview for the next new episode comes on, I'm wondering how they did what they did - and all hope of quitting this sick addiction is forever lost.
I've taken a couple of screenwriting classes and story classes in college. One of the reasons I decided to minor in writing was in case I would ever want to write a screenplay. I know good writing when I see it, for the most part - and I know bad writing. Once Upon a Time, even though it can have moments of greatness, is bad writing. It might not seem that bad if we didn't know the tools they were working with. Before Harry Potter - the show might have been amazing. However, we think we know what this magic stuff is about. And a large part of their demographic knows their fairy tales. Between Disney, easy access to books, and every other animated movie/tv company out there, chances are we were raised on a steady diet of Snow White, Cinderella, Peter Pan and Beauty and the Beast. So, the worst part, for me at least, is knowing WHAT they could do if they would just put their minds to it. They have this great opportunity to bring fairy tale characters into our world - and what do they do? They stick them in a town far away from anyone, that's what.
One of my favorite parts of the 2nd season is when Emma, Henry and Rumple escaped Storybrooke and made it to the city. I screamed "Yes! Finally! They're out!" But - they only ended up back in the small-fry town they left - all within the space of two or three episodes. And then, the man who lost his father made it into town and - again - "Whoa! Oh my gosh - the people are going to get to THEM!" Nope. It's all a lie - sadly. And you start to see that this isn't fairy tale characters in the real world - it's fairy tale characters in a secluded town in the woods. Right.
I guess I keep watching in anticipation that maybe the good part will happen soon. That maybe, just maybe, my patience will be rewarded one Sunday evening, when I sit down with a tall glass of Soy chocolate milk, and I watch an hour of television that will leave me both devastated and elated (because that seems to be the sweet spot for me). An hour of television that will me lying in my bed, an hour past my bedtime, thinking "My gosh, WHAT are they going to do next?"
But, until my day in the Storybrooke sun comes - I'll be sitting here thinking about how I'll no doubt tune in for season 3, how Once Upon A Time ruined my view of Peter Pan forever, and how gorgeous Ginnifer Goodwin always and forever will be. Oh, and why doesn't my short hair look like hers?
Oh . . . and then there's THIS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-ir6JhV2Zs
You're welcome. ^_^
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