
“My Saving Grace” and “My Happy Place”
January 13th, 2009
If there is a single element of Scrubs which provides the most frustration for me, it is the series’ insistence on pushing together J.D. and Elliot.
I place emphasis on the “pushing together” as opposed to the pairing itself; it is not that I do not think that Braff and Chalke have chemistry, or that these characters shouldn’t find something approaching romantic happiness by the end of this season, but rather that the show has suffered in the past when the show pushed them together as if fate was responsible for it. These two were once, perhaps, an on-again/off-again pairing that kept our attention with its back and forth: but like so many couples before them (See: Luke and Lorelai, Ross and Rachel), the back and forth evolved into a portentous roadmap riddled with potholes, detours and roadblocks that, for some reason, never inspired these characters to turn the car around and go back to Winnipeg.
So I should take “My Happy Place,” the second half of this week’s double header as we frontload the eighteen episodes that make up the show’s eighth season, as almost a slap in the face, an affront to my past complaints in that it has every intention of raising this issue yet again. The seventh season “finale” was the last time the show delved into this territory, and as soon as it was clear their intentions a red flag certainly went off.
However, to my surprise I found myself accepting the show’s own version of fate: no longer tempestuous and driven by lust, jealousy or some long, drawnout principle of love, what we find in both of these episodes is a continued mandate of simplicity: by not trying to tell stories bigger than the show can handle, even the pairing I feared most of all feels, dare I say, organic.



I have every intention on watching the seventh season of 24, but my priorities are for the things I know I will enjoy and that I know have some potential to be surprising. So tonight, I’ll be liveblogging the Golden Globes, and tomorrow night I will be watching How I Met Your Mother. If the seventh season gets off to as good a start as some of the reviews indicate, then that’s wonderful: I’ll be able to catch up later in the week when I’m not busy rewatching Battlestar Galactica Season 4.0 in order to prepare for Friday’s premiere.









