A rocky start... Again...

Sorry I’ve been gone so long! I’ve been waiting for Dollhouse to get better…

And waiting…

And waiting…

In the interim, I watched season one of Buffy for the millionth time. The similarities between it and the beginnings of Dollhouse (which, so far, has survived the Fox guillotine) are striking.

1) The writing privileges “tune-in next time” moments over character development.

OK, a show of hands. Who gives a damn about Echo, Sierra, November or Victor?

Anybody?

ANYbody?

Despite the limitations the title may have imposed, Buffy became a very complicated exploration of human nature—particularly the notion of monstrosity. In season two. Season one was all about largely off-screen hooks: Angel, the Hellmouth, the Master. No where near the LOST quotient of the “where the hell is this going?” factor, but the arc of season one’s story line relied a lot more on a viewership’s desire to see what monster showed up next than any investment in the characters.

I’m currently only watching Dollhouse to see what ridiculously skanky outfit they’re going to put Eliza Dushku in next.

2) Incorrect use of the hunky guy.

Remember how the first few episodes of Buffy had the gorgeous David Boreanaz (as Angel) in thick black eyeliner and a 80’s rocker leather jacket, making him look like an overgrown goth geek?

For whatever reason, Whedon can create dazzling heroines immediately. It takes him a while to figure out what do with the male characters. I had some hope for Dominic (Reed Diamond)—but they stuck him in the attic. Boyd Langton (Harry Lennix) hasn’t quite let go of the stiff military quality of his role from The Matrix movies. That goes double for would-be hero Paul Ballard (Tahmoh Penikett): captains of TV star ships (be they Star Trek or Battlestar Galactica) don’t make good romantic interests.

3) The actors aren’t giving enough. At least, not yet.

Sarah Michelle Gellar spoke in a nasally whine tone for her entire first season as Buffy and made little headway in breaking free from her soap opera background. It was clearly David Boreanaz’s first time with a lot of dialogue: the delivery was forced and his cadence was strange. Giles (Anthony Head), Willow (Alyson Hannigan), and Xander (Nicholas Brendon) all lacked depth. It was quite the awkward cast. But they got better, obviously, particularly David Boreanaz, who admits that he didn’t understand his craft in the early days—and channeled that frustration into his character Angel. Boreanaz definitely came the farthest the fastest (and that’s probably why he’s the only one who can still hold down a job), but the entire cast found their stride somewhere in the middle of season two.

Eliza Dushku (who the hell knew should could sing?) and Dichen Lachman (playing Sierra) have demonstrated that they have some serious acting chops in the numerous hats they’ve had to wear so far in Dollhouse. Unfortunately, their supporting cast is dragging them down. Deep.

Which brings us back to waiting…

I didn’t start watching Buffy until season two, and I’ve often wondered if I would have given the show a chance if I’d tuned in for season one.

Whedon uses the TV medium the way it should be, with direct, enjoyable plotlines that are mostly contained from season to season (something LOST and Heroes could stand to try). Assuming the ADD program directors at Fox are still willing to play, I’m sure that the show will find its way, becoming more than the current costume closet parade.