People who know me a bit usually fail to grasp my infatuation for professional wrestling. I fail to grasp why anybody who enjoys tv fiction would not enjoy it. For every tv series, every episode of every drama takes its beginning from two plot almanacs. Two milestones of dramatics. Two columns of modern storytelling.
Shakespeare and wrestling.
Leaving Shakespeare aside for now, let`s look at the major rule of wrestling booking: Tease and Deliver. Nobody sane wants to see sweaty guys jumping on each other for no reason. Now, a lot of comments can be made after the previous sentence, so praise me, for I withheld. Anyways. In wrestling, we get a storyline, in which one of the fighters turns out to be the good, rules-abiding guy we can identify with and the other turns out to be the evil immoral monster, who kidnapped the good guy`s mother and talks smack about the audience . Now, we naturally want to see the bad guy get his ass kicked. Lets say we do, anyway. The storyline is lenghty enough and contains many verbal and/or short physical encounters between the two rivals (Tease) but we have to wait some time before they have a full-fledged fight (Deliver).
Tease and Deliver.
Now take House and Lost, for these are my usual bitching subjects. The latter is rarely better, but this week it was. Why? Well, it was the Lost season finale. And it was long. And the bus dialogue on House could have been better. Yup, these are all solid reasons.
But if you happened to cry here
but not here
then its all because someone on the House writing team forgot the major rule of wrestling. Although the art of Delivery was much more interesting on House, the more conventional Lost scene prevailed.
For we were made to care about Penny and Desmond for a long time, but we sure did not care about Amber. We did not like her enough. We did not know her enough. We did not take her seriously enough.
Amber was not Teased.