Sure, Jeremy Piven can be a loose cannon, but so is the character. The chemistry with Paula Marshall was absolutely undeniable. And the few stories that they delivered were so warm, and so fulfilling, that it was if a source of wisdom was dangled in front of a willing audience, only to be smeared out of existence with the onslaught of reality television.
This show had such a perfect balance of symmetry between the reality and fantasy that it was so easy to get lost and actually feel for a change. It was okay that you never knew for sure if the character was real or insane, because it dealt so beautifully with the results of a kind heart amongst the miasma of cold psychology and a hardened society. Who better to demonstrate that love is also painful than the god of love himself, and the tortured life he led as a human being, forced to endure the reality of mortal limitations, while still believing in the reality of immortal love? Why take that away when we need to have that kind of hope? BRING IT BACK!! IT CAN STILL WORK!
This show had such a perfect balance of symmetry between the reality and fantasy that it was so easy to get lost and actually feel for a change. It was okay that you never knew for sure if the character was real or insane, because it dealt so beautifully with the results of a kind heart amongst the miasma of cold psychology and a hardened society. Who better to demonstrate that love is also painful than the god of love himself, and the tortured life he led as a human being, forced to endure the reality of mortal limitations, while still believing in the reality of immortal love? Why take that away when we need to have that kind of hope? BRING IT BACK!! IT CAN STILL WORK!