You know you are a true Canadian (i.e. hoser) if you laughed when you watched shows like Corner Gas, The Beachcombers, Seeing Things and, now, Schitt’s Creek.
Yes, the latter is pronounced exactly the way you think it would if it didn’t have a “c” and a second “t” in the word “Schitt.” I don’t think a show with that sort of title would make it onto the major American TV networks, but in Canada, our public broadcaster — the CBC — has much more leeway when it comes to such things.
Still, when Terry DiMonte, a hip announcer on my fave radio station — CHOM-FM (97.7) — interviewed one of Schitt Creek’s actors recently, Terry felt the need to clarify the spelling of the S word — as in, “Schitt’s Creek . . . that’s spelled S-c-h-i-t-t-‘-s” — every time he mentioned the title.
When his cohost, the effervescent Heather B, asked him why he kept spelling out the word, Terry kinda mumbled something about not confusing people . . .
As for the show itself, it is typically understated, laidback, corny, nutty, dumb . . . and funny.
I like it!
What’s it about, you may be wondering?
Well, it is a comedy about a once-wealthy family’s descent into poverty. They’re holed up in a motel in Schitt’s Creek, a hick town they apparently own because dad bought it for his son as a joke way back when they were flush with cash. Owning the town doesn’t actually seem to mean all that much, because it’s mostly worthless. But it has citizens, and it’s fun to watch mom and dad and their adult offspring — a son and daughter — begin the process of blending in . . .
You can watch the shows online. They have a Twitter account (@SchittsCreek) with links.
Meanwhile, I’m hooked, cause, like, even though I am a California Girl at heart, I do have Canadian blood in me, eh . .
And that may be the real appeal of Schitt’s Creek: It speaks for the Canadian experience. All Canadians are Californians at heart at this time of year, but we’re caught up the proverbial creek with all this freakin’ snow! We’re all stuck in this country that could be aptly renamed Schitt’s Creek . . .
No cross-country skiing? You have the legs for it. Besides, it’s healthy for yew. Not to mention being in the woods. Schitt’s Creek indeed. oh, and hot-buttered rum after }D