When previews of Offspring first started airing back in 2010, I remember feeling terribly excited. After all, everyone knows that when Aussie comedy drama is good, well, it’s bloody good.
And it didn’t disappoint. The show was marvellous – a revelation, in fact. I would tell everyone that listened that it was the best show I had ever seen. And it was Australian.
It had it all: characters we truly connected with, believable and gripping story lines (sometimes trivial, occasionally serious, mostly hilarious) and good – really good – acting and writing.
But above all else, it was feel good television.
It was one of those shows you would literally count down the days until it’s arrival; one of those shows you cursed each ad; one of those shows where you hoped and prayed it’s running time would go slower so it wouldn’t end so quickly (what do you mean there’s only fifteen minutes left? It just started!) and one of those shows that just made you feel part of it.
Then Patrick died. And Offspring Aficionados were in mourning,
To some of us, it wasn’t supposed to happen because Offspring wasn’t supposed to do sadness this way. To others, it was okay, because real life isn’t always a fairytale.
And then Season Five started filming and word on the street was that Dr Patrick would be returning as a ghost. We were relieved, because in a weird way, it meant that Dr Patrick wasn’t actually gone. He wouldn’t be so swiftly removed from
our Nina and Zoe’s lives and it would give us time to grieve.
For a while there, once the season started, the moments with Dr Patrick’s ghost were beautiful. And real. And of course necessary. Until they weren’t.
Because Dr Patrick’s ghost started to pop up in moments we used to laugh during Offspring. He was popping up in the moments we would usually find hilarious and awkward and totally priceless. And when he popped up, we went back to being sad.
But then Nina bid farewell to Dr Patrick’s ghost and I’m confident in saying that Offspring Aficionados were relieved. Because it meant that, like the season tagline so repetitively claims, life could go on for Nina.
And as much as this possibly bears no adherence to reality (because getting over such a death and such a love would probably be near impossible at this early stage) our emotional and sad hearts just couldn’t take it anymore.
We just wanted our show back.
And then little Alfie got sick and Nina was faced with a choice no mother should ever have to contemplate: save her nephew or potentially leave her fatherless child alone in the world.
I mean. Could it get any worse?
Yes. Because while Nina didn’t have to make that choice in the end thanks to Geraldine (after our hearts were tugged and pulled and smashed to pieces in the process), on Wednesday we had to witness a mother dying in childbirth.
But if that wasn’t enough, the baby was then placed on it’s lifeless mother, looking for her breast to feed.
And that’s when I just went…. wow. What the hell has this show turned into?
I can accept the failed marriages. I can accept real, hard core relationship issues that make me feel all the emotions. I could even accept Patrick dying (reluctantly) and to a lesser degree, Patrick’s ghost that would not go away.
But all this sadness surrounding babies? I don’t think I can take much more of.
The reality is, with all the tears I’ve shed this season, I don’t look forward to Offspring like I used to. I don’t count down the days; the hours; the minutes. In fact, on some days, I can’t wait until it’s over.
And that’s the biggest heartbreak of all. Because that show used to rock my world.
What do you think about Offspring this season?All comments read, appreciated and responded to. So thank you x