I was watching a rerun of Medium and
Skippy reared his head. But not in the way you're thinking. :)
I mean, if Skippy ruled what I watch on TV...heh. But I'm really good at the whole "willing suspension of disbelief" thing. You have to "believe" the universe of the show in order to enjoy it.
1 And that is where Skippy started to protest.
So, on Medium, the main character, Allison DuBois, is a medium (duh), and she's never wrong. Ever. But here's the thing: no one
ever believes her, no matter what. She's like
Cassandra in that sense. In spite of the fact that, in episode after episode, she has dreams and sees visions of startlingly accurate events that unfold just as she saw, her husband, her boss, the police officer that she works with from time to time...all of these people always say, "Well, you know, maybe a dream is just a dream, this time." At some point, the writers of this show have to let the people around Allison have memories and
reasoning skills in order to see the "Allison is always right" pattern. Yeah, cops and lawyers and mathematicians are typically skeptical, but...come
on.
Same thing with the X-Files. Week after annoying week, Scully refused to believe the evidence of her own eyes because she was the "skeptical" character who played foil to Mulder's...I can't use "gullibility," because in the universe of the X-Files, he was
right. But you know what I mean. The X-Files did it best, which is why I called it "The X-Files Syndrome." It turned the skeptic into the one who had to take everything on faith. :)
Even cartoons are not immune. How many "ghosts" do Scooby's gang have to unmask before they stop believing
every single silly seemingly supernatural spook is real? Sheesh. After about three, even the most gullible idiot would start running up to the werewolf and ripping the head off.
How many times on Monk do they doubt him only to find out--oh
shock of shocks!--that he's right? "He's the best detective I've ever worked with!" out of one side of their mouth, but, "Monk,
how could it be the guy in the coma?" out of the other side. You
know he's right. Believe him!
How many people does John Smith have to convince on Dead Zone that he's a real psychic before they start to believe it? Alternatively, why do those whom he
has convinced have such a hard time believing that what he sees about Greg Stilson and the coming Armageddon is real? Only his friend Bruce seems to be completely convinced, and even he scoffs from time to time.
How many times would
you ignore your aunts' advice and get in a magical fix that they have to rescue you from? With Sabrina, it was
every fucking episode.
I never saw a single episode of Buffy, so I can't say anything about the X-Files Syndrome as it pertains to Buffy. Maybe one of you will enlighten me.
On MutantX, every time a member of one of the team's family or friends (mutant or otherwise) shows up, it means serious trouble is coming. After maybe twice, I'd cut myself off and fake my own death to prevent the inevitable confrontation.
To my knowledge, only on Strange Luck (a short-lived blast from the past) was this idea exploited
as the premise of the show itself. Unexpected things were always happening to Chance. And everyone he knew well understood this about him, and they went with it, barely
blinkiing when he, for instance, opened a can of beans to find a glass eye, and then just
happened to run into a guy the next day who lost his glass eye while working in a factory that canned beans. It usually only took a time or two for someone witnessing his strange luck (hence the title) for them to just accept it and move on.
The
other aspect of this I'll call The Jessica Fletcher Syndrome. On Murder, She Wrote, at what point were the other characters going to realize that, everywhere this old biddy went, people dropped dead? Especially friends of hers. Or if they weren't the ones that dropped dead, they were the ones wrongly accused of the murder. Jessica would go on a cruise, and someone was murdered on the ship. She would go to the theater, and someone was murdered in the audience. She'd fly on a plane, and someone was murdered on the plane. Hell, she could go to a funeral, and pretty soon the corpse in the coffin was not a minority. Even a retarded politician would eventually figure out the pattern and nail her door shut. Even then, the paperboy and electrical meter reader would be in danger.
Matlock never represented a
guilty client. Eventually, in the real world where people have memories and reasoning ability the judges would just toss out his cases and say "Why waste the taxpayers' money? Case dismissed!"
Monk's got this one, too. As does John Smith on Dead Zone. I mean, if you're up to no good and you see Adrian Monk coming, just hop a plane to a country where we have no extradition treaty. And if you're up to no good and you see John Smith reaching out to touch anything, just give yourself up.
Now, of
course Skippy and I understand that these shows' plots
require these things to make them entertaining. But with just a little more careful writing, they could each be so much
better than they are!
Deal with the elephant in the living room instead of continuing to pretend it's not there. Don't try to make the plots work in both the fake universe of the show and in our real one. We're big boys and girls! With a few notable exceptions, we can distinguish between fantasy and reality.
- Only with shows that admit they're fiction, such as Monk and Medium ("based on a real person" blah blah blah...it's fiction) but not extending to shows like Ghost Hunters or Crossing Over because they pretend they're real, so Skippy surfaces and calls "Bullshit!" very loudly.