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Cancelling this show was like a murder: ending a life before it was done.
Golly, I loved this show. With passion, loyalty and ferocity. Anyone who saw even one episode had already formed their opinion of it – and whether it was positive or negative, that opinion was passionate, fierce and no one ever seemed to change their mind.
The two Carnivale camps spoke in extremes:
"Do you believe what just happened?"
"What the hell just happened?"
"Can you believe that dialogue?"
"What the hell were they talking about?"
"Do you believe that detail and subtlety?"
"When the hell is something going to happen?"
And it's so ironic, in a way, because that's what the story was about: belief and hell.
It takes place in Depression-era America. And it's acted out by the members of a carnival.
From the first frame of the opening credits I saw that something beautifiul, violent and unbelievable was about to happen. The art in this sequence is fabulous, the images challanging (Stalin? The KKK? Babe Ruth? The Dust Bowl? Brueghel? What does it mean?), the skill staggering (when the child's face merges into the face of the painted angel - the transition is seamless). And these were only the credits. What could possibly follow?
Well, invariably, after watching what followed, I would be stunned, shocked, confused, amazed: all swirled together into one flavor. What was it? Wonder. And wondering - because my mouth would be hanging open in astonishment after each episode. Many times I had no idea what I had just seen – and it was thrilling. To actually have to think: to put the pieces together to come up with your own theories and see if they played out next week.
When the show was cancelled, the ensuing uproar, at least, was gratifying.
I do miss it.