Tuesday, a mostly dull television night, is usually a DVR/On Demand catch-up day. Justified isn't on until 10 p.m. and we're not going to watch an elimination episode of The Voice, so it's a good time to watch something we didn't have time for before. And that show for us, usually, is ABC's Once Upon a Time. Yeah. That thing.
It began simply enough in the fall, with innocent curiosity. The premise — a modern New England town populated by fairy tale characters who don't know they're fairy tale characters — was intriguing, and all the TV writer people who'd seen an early pilot seemed excited about it. So we watched the first episode this fall and were, alas, put off by its Disneyfied sappiness, by the irksomely precocious kid at the story's center, by the chintzy special effects and green screen awkwardness of the show's fairy tale portions (half the show takes place in the real world, half in a heavily, but cheaply, CGI-ed make-believe land). Ah well, we gave it a try. Maybe next time, ABC.
But then, pulled back by some strange force, likely having to do with the show's central question — namely, when will they realize they're Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood and Jiminy Cricket etc.? — we watched the next week. We groaned at everything, sure, but there we were, faced pressed close to the small Hulu screen when we should have been doing something far more productive. And so it went like that for weeks. We told no one, shrugged our shoulders ambivalently when someone asked us about the show, kept it our quiet weird secret. But now it's been months, whole seasons have changed, so it just needs to be said: We've seen every episode of Once Upon a Time and we are hungry for more.