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...to take all the tropes of a good, old fashioned melodrama, turn them on their head (the "bad" guy wears white and is the good guy! the "good" guy wears black -- well, darkish gray -- and is the bad guy!), ply us with great songs and funny jokes, and then, at the moment of geeky wonder story orgasm...

...bury the knife deep.

Ouch. But, you know, one should remember -- as I reminded outraged people when Certain People died in Serenity -- that one of Whedon's primary Storytelling Rules is Not Everybody Gets Out Alive. Let's face it, the only reason Sarah Michelle Gellar and David Boreanz had job security was because the shows were named after their characters.

The ending also reminded me of a Russell T. Davies statement in the Confidential Episode for the penultimate episode of Doctor Who this year. Every great love scene, he said, should have one of the lovers be shot down by a Dalek.

And now the wait begins, for Dollhouse. Is it really a new Fox, and a new, happy, holding hands and dancing Whedon/Fox relationship? Or will we be Firefly-ed? (and yes, I'm Whedon fanboy enough that I just assume that the show will be great)

(And yes, in case you're wondering, I will so buy the Dr. Horrible DVD when it comes out)

Joss Whedon's new show comes out in January. Which gives us plenty of time to get out in anticipation, and plenty of time to theorize how Fox will screw it up this time.

Yeah, I'm still bitter.

Today was one of those days that was just good, for no particular reason, just good. Like a trickster came through and said, hey, what the heck, here's some pixie dust, I'll screw with you later.