Nine Muses

I have officially fallen out of love with Ghost Whisperer.  I have removed the Season Pass after barely (or not at all) watching the last four episodes.  All traces of it are gone from my Tivo.

The show was never the most believable, the best written, or otherwise fabulous beyond other shows.  What it was, though, was entertaining.  It was like sitting down with a good comforting book that you’ve read before.  It was formulaic, and that wasn’t a bad thing.  You knew that there was going to be a feel-good moment at the end when Melinda would make everything all better.  And I like Jennifer Love Hewitt.  And I loved the relationship between Melinda and her husband.  With all the angst in most of the relationships on TV, it was something sweet and constant.

When they killed off Melinda’s best friend, I didn’t complain.  It was sad, but it was well done.  When they suddenly aged Ned (i.e. changed actors), I didn’t complain.  When Professor Payne, who I loved as a character, left the show, I didn’t complain.

And then they had to go and kill off her husband, Jim.  I almost almost could have rolled with that as well.  If we had a season of Melinda working to get over it before his ghost moved on, that would have been fine.  But they had to have his soul jump into another man’s body, and now they have this angsty unrequited love crap going on between Melinda and sorta-but-not-completely-Jim.  It’s annoying.  It’s frustrating.  I found myself just cringing while watching the show instead of enjoying it.  I don’t have enough time to watch something that I get little pleasure from, so it’s out.