Dollhouse, the latest brainchild from Joss Whedon, was in danger of joining his other masterpiece, Firefly, among the ranks of shows that were never allowed to reach their full potential. Admitedly, Dollhouse didn't have a strong start. It was clear that the writers were trying to find its footing and establish what the show was, and thus the Suits at the network were considering axing the show and giving its timeslot to their next piece of "reality" drivel. Buffy, one of the most creative and critically acclaimed shows of my generation, started out exactly the same way in its first season. Like the loyal Whedonite that I am I trusted that given the chance Dollhouse would emerge equally well.
Today my faith was rewarded with the season finale "Epitaph One". Fear not, I'm not going to spoil it for you. Straying completely from the "who is Echo this week" formula, it fast forwards to the not-so-distant future and we are left chomping at the bit to know how things got to this point. I can't wait for season 2. Dollhouse is no longer a show I like to see, its one that I need.
