A Pacey by any other name…
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In other news, last night I grabbed some dinner and sat down with my husband for a few seconds on on the sofa (I’m in a finishing-a-book hole, so the guy doesn’t see much of me). And during the commercials for some basketball thing, he flipped past Fringe.
And we both yelled, “It’s Pacey!”
Now, I’m a fan of Fringe. It got off to a rocky start with me last year, but the season slowly got better, and now I’m looking forward to catching up on season two when it comes out on DVD. But it doesn’t matter how long Joshua Jackson plays Peter Bishop — he’ll always be Pacey to me.
It’s pretty much the same for anyone on that show. Joey showed up in Batman Begins (an otherwise awesome movie) and married Maverick. Dawson was … um, in a football movie, right? It doesn’t really matter. Forever and ever, no matter how many roles they play, they will always be the kids from Dawson’s Creek.*
Who else will always and forever be their characters, no matter what other role they take on? When I see David Duchovny, I think MULDER! Henry Winkler will always, always be the Fonz. And I’ve always thought it was awesome that Superman acted in movies like the television production of Anna Karenina. Oh, and Buffy? It doesn’t matter how many horror movies you play in, we know it’s you.
Who are the actors that do this to you? Who — even after years of not playing the character — you still call by their character name rather than their real name when you see them on another show or movie?
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*The sad thing is, I wasn’t even a fan of the show during its original run. I only started watching it after my daughter was born, when I was stuck on the sofa with her on my boob for most of the morning. TNT saved my life and my brain with ER, Dawson’s Creek, and reruns of Charmed.
I really don’t know what my husband’s excuse for Dawson’s Creek is, though.
