So hard to say good-bye to yesterday
(My apologies to Boyz II Men)
So that’s it, eh? Seven years. Who would have thought at the time this would be the very last picture they’d take together?
This, if I remember correctly, was shortly after Lee Thompson Young’s death. Three years ago.
I’m not going to speculate what happened (if anything). I’ve done that in the past; feel free to go through my posts if you’re interested. What I am going to talk about is disappointment. It surprises me how disappointed I am in both actresses that after 7 years, we didn’t get single photo of them over the last few days. Now, I’m not one of those who beg for a photo because… well, I don’t really know why certain people are so thirsty for a photo. (Is it to fit some kind of Sangie head fantasy? I dunno.) I didn’t want one so that I could say, “See! They ARE friends! And the fact that they’re friends is so important to me for some odd reason!” I wanted one as an acknowledgement by both actresses that the reason the show had any kind of social media presence was down to the fans. (I don’t even just mean fans who wanted Rizzles. Plenty of hetero soccer moms/grandmas supported the show through social media.) How many times did fans get #RizzoliandIsles trending on Twitter?
We got photos with stunt people, photos with the make-up crew, photos with hairdressers, photos with wardrobe people, and photos with other co-stars. But not a single photo with each other. I genuinely rolled my eyes when someone asked Angie about getting a photo and she said she couldn’t because Sasha wasn’t working that day. Right, because there just hasn’t been a single opportunity to get a pic together. That 100th episode party must’ve been a fucking figment of my imagination.
As much as it might hurt to hear it, the truth is, without the chemistry between those actresses and without that chemistry feeding the fandom, this show would never have made it to 7 years. (It probably shouldn’t have anyway, but that’s another post.) No one tuned in for the writing. There are plenty of other shows on TV that follow the same procedural formula that are way better written. No one tuned in to see how Korsak and Kiki were getting on. Or to see if Frankie would get promoted to Homicide. Or to see if Angela would find love through a fortune cookie. Or to see if Kent could be any fucking weirder. Or to see Idara Victor sing. I’m sorry. NO. ONE. GIVES. A. FUCK. ABOUT. ANY. OF. THAT. The clue for what made Rizzoli & Isles worth watching was in the fucking title of the show. Rizzoli & Isles. Even Janet Tamaro realized this in the beginning, because the show was supposed to just be “Rizzoli”. Then Sasha auditioned and it was clear as day, these two women were going to be gold together. Seven years later and we can’t even get a photo of them in the same frame unless a wide lens is involved.
Whatever happened, happened. I don’t care. What I do care about is how these actresses ended up treating the fans. Oh, don’t get me wrong, both are lovely to fans online (”Speak English” aside). But the fact that they couldn’t put their differences aside- whatever those may or may not be- for one fucking minute to get a pic together? You don’t like each other? Well, you’re actresses. FAKE IT.
The fans deserved at least that much.
