Last time I was in the World, the busses had adverts for Once Upon a Time Season 3. There's something about the pop culture hypereality of WDW that makes the media you encounter while there, the songs, shows, trailers and fads of that visit, seem extra special, extra shiny and appealing.
New episodes of Once Upon a Time appeared on Netflix yesterday, just in time for the countdown to our next Disney vacation. A discussion about the (IMHO of course) artistic failure of the Hobbit movies being due to Jackson's, or someone's, or a group of someones' decision to doggedly stick to the tone of the LOTR movies for the Hobbit, led to me considering how much I like the tone of Once Upon a Time.
For as much as initially OUaT was a late Buffy reaction from ABC, and for as much as it appeared to directly be informed by that ghost wife Anna Friel vehicle of around the same time (itself tonally borrowing from Burton's Big Fish), contemporary Once... Has found a tone really unique to itself, as a sort of Buffy for young mums to watch with their tween daughters. Gilmore Girls the adventure serial, if you will.
Which reminds me, I must start work on that Amy Sherman Paladino Silver Surfer pitch I have in my head.
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