For those of you who haven't been following the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation's stab at Carrie Bradshaw, Being Erica is the life and times of one 30 something just-shy-of-hot Toronto Urbanite who through the help of her magical shrink goes back through time and relives the highs and lows of her pretty-girl-by-the-numbers in search of transcendence. It's very nearly as terrible as it sounds but the season finale had me scratching me Gulliver and anxious for more.
A summary then: Erica uses her visit back in time to prevent the momentous death of her older brother, a very serious time continuum no-no, and is berated by Dr. Tom who ends their sessions altogether and promptly tells her to stick it where the flux capacitor don't shine. As soon as she gets back to real time, her brother, now a successful fellow with a family, dog, etc etc, dies in a car accident, and the Hades gets it's soul back. Erica begs Dr. Tom to set things back, he agrees, and disappears. The end of the episode and the season has Erica being swooped into the new office of a new shrink, who says that she'll be handling things from here on.
So the viewer learns that there is more than one magical psychiatrist, and that she is so much more important than everyone else that she even has a backup. This got me thinking of a few possibilities my inexperience let me think might just happen.
One: This Erica bird is more than just spoiled; her life has some special significance, like she's meant play some integral part in the cosmic ballet, stop a plane crash or push somebody in front of the subway Gunslinger-style.
Two: There is a supernatural war going on between rival magic shrinks and Erica is a pawn between two rival demigods in an eternal Freud vs Jung chess match. With Light sabers.
Three: Erica under her new shrink would become an agent of chaos, having Carte Blanche to go back in time and fuck with everything.
No No and No.
The new shrink made her peer and her temporary patient kiss and make up, Erica went on to learn about overcoming insecurity with communication, and I like a jilted lover contemplated how one ordinary man could go about getting a show cancelled.
I shouldn't be upset. From Spike to CNN to Discovery, 90% of television is devoted entirely to making me happy. The shitty Dharma and Greg remake notwithstanding, the electric world is my happy place. Being Erica is tailored to my better half, like twist-top wine bottles and Ricky Gervais. The plot twists push towards emotional growth, romance-heavy sex, and magic for the sake of good. In short, this show is liable to make you cringe and get to work cleaning out the garage, and that's okay. The view from Mars is a little sadder, but a little wiser.
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