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My heart belongs to
Heartland, the
Canadian TV series based on the
Heartland series of books by
Lauren Brooke. (Or not, if the
Wikipedia entry is to be believed).
I'm not sure I can explain this to anyone, let alone myself, why I enjoy this series as much as I do. It can be maddening at times, the plotlines, the plotholes, and the plot-by-numbers imagery in places. (Oh, we'll get to that, don't you worry.)
There's also the essential premise of the series, that
Amy Fleming, the show's teenage heroine, is, in essence, a horse-whisperess, sensitive to the nature of the equine race. It's not quite as silly as it sounds, or as I'm making it out to be. Mostly Amy is just patient, caring, determined, and respectful in her care of horses. Amy's plucky but not in an obnoxious way. In fact, she is headstrong and often makes some dumb mistakes along the way--although these might not necessarily seem like mistakes to what I imagine is an overwhelmingly tween fanbase for the show. I'm sure she comes across as passionate to this crowd, a fiercely romantic and sensitive lead. To her credit, Amy is strong, self-reliant, and not often afraid, which are good values to impart to young women and men both.
You also have to accustom yourself to the idea that every guy wants Amy. Not that her portrayer,
Amber Marshall, isn't gorgeous, the epitome of the cornsilk-and-sunshine-haired,
Alberta blue-skies-and-eyes cowgirl. But it gets ridiculous sometimes, especially when Amy is so moody.
But ah, heterosexuality, I will never understand you.
I far prefer
Lou Fleming, her more urbane (and thus more neurotic--this is the worldview of
Heartland and probably Alberta in general, I would imagine) big sister. Played by the lovely
Michelle Morgan, she, too, has her fits of pique and drama, but she's also got a good sense of fun, humor, sexiness, and slapstickiness about her. She's the brunette fall girl to Amy's straight woman, if you will.
Once you get past all that--as well as the idea that the books have the story set in
Virginia, USA, and the TV series has been tailored to the mythical town of
Hudson, Alberta, Canada, somewhere near
Calgary--it can be a very enjoyable series.
Maybe it's the beauty of the scenery, which even transmitted through the network
HuluPlus, looks gorgeous (and cold, I should add, very, very cold). The mountains, the snow, the rivers, the sun, the charming town, and the expansive landscape. It makes me dream of our own modern
Wild West, except one with single-payer health insurance and same-sex marriage. On the surface, Alberta appears somewhat akin to
Colorado in terms of scenery and culture. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Perhaps it's the heartwarming storylines, which alternate between drama and humor, all of it very family-focused--but I hasten to add, not family wisecracky in a cheesy,
American sitcom way, nor (un)subtly
Christian-themed like I dunno . . . I try never to watch those kind of shows. I've heard the show described as a family saga, and I think that description is most apt. People do have sex in Hudson (at least out of sight). They kiss. They drink. They fight. A few probably even smoke (whether tobacco from
Ontario or "tobacco" from
British Columbia I could not say). So while the show is wholesome, it's not like it's Canada's answer to
7th Heaven.
In
Heartland's case, by family-focused, I mean that stories revolve around the tight-knit Bartlett and Fleming clans and the people and events that come in and out of their lives. People have arguments, get jealous, laugh, cry, tease, do insensitive things, love, hug, shirk their responsibilities, are stubborn, are wise, and more--but ultimately they all come together for the common good.
With the exception of
Val Stanton (Wanda Cannon), a character I love for her naked avarice, horsey set nouveau richeness, passive-aggression (at best), and that kinda ridiculous mid- to late 2000s
Meg Ryan hairdo. What was that style called? "Suburban Soccer Mom Cornshuck Doll"? *Luv* it in all its horror! And Wanda Cannon plays the role with mucho gusto.
There are also the men, of which
Heartland's casting directors have consistently selected well, in terms of physique and character. There's dueling
Marlboro Men, Jack Bartlett (Amy and Lou's grandfather) and
Tim Fleming (Amy and Lou's absentee father), who are strong-willed, ruggedly handsome, real men's men, and ultimately mensches, good guys even when they're not always kind or right. There's Lou's beau,
Peter Morris, who arrives in season 2, a driven "oilman" who also manages to be funny, goofy, and romantic altogether. (OK, so that's a bit of a stretch--I keep envisioning
Bobby Ewing blended with
Laurel and Hardy--but I can't blame
Heartland for trying and succeeding.)
And there's perhaps my personal favorite, Amy's off-and-on beau
Ty Borden, who manages to be both incredibly adorable and "safe" while also being fierce, proud, and even scary when provoked. There's a lot of power in
Graham Wardle's small frame, both in terms of physical and spiritual energy.
Not every guy is golden. I can understand why Lou is underwhelmed in her romance with
Scott, who just seems too dreamy and dewy-eyed to be her heart's desire. Likewise with rodeo cowboy
Caleb, who is beautiful to look at and a fine actor but who looks way too pouty-lipped for a bronco-buster to be taken to heart.
Nonetheless, I think
Heartland does a good job of offering a guy for every girl (or another guy, if one should be so lucky). Personally, I struggle weighing the charms of Jack, Tim, and Ty (and Peter, Scott, and Caleb while we're at it. Often the macho Tim lights my torch more than Ty--I prefer prime beef over young buck as a general rule. But then Tim goes and does something douchebaggy, and the affair is over.
I like how, overall, the show seems to get guys right--as proud, competitive, intense human beings who fight when necessary but who can also be kind, thoughtful, sweet, and, yes, even communicative. Contrast the
Heartland guys with any of the men from a
David E. Kelley show (take
The Practice, for example), in which the guys all seem neutered by the presence of the strong female leads. The men don't seem like men. They seem like Ken dolls: sexless, plastic, and compliant.
Oh, there are missteps in the show, plotholes you could ride a pack of wild mustangs through, imagery and cultural assumptions that make me want to choke on my beef jerky and pemmican. Like I said, everything urban is seen as dangerous, neurotic, and needy, whether it's Lou or her girlfriends visiting the ranch from
New York ("New York City!"). I'm sure the
First Nations population of Canada must have cringed
and eye-rolled through the whole
Victor Whitetail episode in season 2, in which Victor
channels his native mysticism and general quirkiness to help a white girl get back her equine
mojo. And we get it, we get it--Ty and the Ghost Horse are one and the same, wild mustangs that cannot be tamed without the love of a good woman/mare.
For the record, I really don't like horses. The
Heartland cult of the horse even seems a little creepy sometimes, but then again, I feel that way about people's slavish devotion to cats, dogs, and other animals. Just what are y'all sublimatin'?
Nevertheless, I just finished season 2 this week, and I'm looking forward to season 3. If for no other reason than it gives me more time to work out my fantasy project, the
Men of Heartland calendar.
I gladly claim copyright for that idea.
