I kept my sugar intake low yesterday in anticipation of last night’s second installment of Pushing Daisies. I figured I’d get enough sweetness through the TV screen.
The episode centered on Ned, Chuck, and Emerson solving a murder involving crash test dummies and a futuristic car fueled by dandelion fluff. Cute and not quite as treacly as the pilot, I admit to enjoying myself and laughing out loud a number of times. However, I find myself more won over by the supporting characters than by the central pair of Ned and his childhood sweetheart Chuck.
Chi McBride (who was so memorable on House as Edward Vogler, the rich guy who bought the hospital and tried to get House fired) is terrific as Ned’s acerbic private detective partner. (Loved the knitting sub-sub-plot.) Kristin Chenoweth, as Olive, Ned’s unrequited love, is spunky and hilarious in a role that could easily be annoying. Her musical interlude (a most-excellent rendition of “Hopelessly Devoted to You”) was a clever bit of musical comedy and the high point of last night’s episode.
My biggest problem with the show, besides the sugary after taste which might just be an acquired taste, is that we’re supposed to buy the fact that Ned and Chuck live and work together without ever accidentally touching (because if they do, Chuck’s dead for good.) It’s just too unbelievable. I know it’s a little thing, but it’s really central to everything else and gets in the way for me. I’m too preoccupied with how unrealistic it is for two people to cook breakfast together in the same small kitchen and not bump into each other at least once. Yeah, I know, I know, the premise of the show (that Ned can bring the dead back to life) is unrealistic to begin with–but you get what I mean, right?
Pushing Daisies is definitely colorful and entertaining, as it should be considering the amount of money creators have thrown at sets, props, costumes and special effects. I’ll keep watching until my sweet tooth can’t stand it any longer.