There’s been a gradual, yet growing sense in the last year that the golden age of TV, so named for the recent decade-plus of dark, cable antiheroes and intricate serialization and laugh-a-second comedies, is coming to an end. I’ve seen this crop up in more and more places this summer. Hell,
A.V. Club contributor Ryan McGee tried to classify whatever we’re in right now as a “
Silver Age“ a few months ago. The primary idea driving this is that
Mad Men will be halfway through its final season, and
Breaking Bad will be long over by the time I write a
fall TV season preview next year, and those two shows are some of the last remaining links to the age
The Sopranos kicked off. (Indeed, a former
Sopranos writer createdMad Men.) There are still antihero-driven shows out there from the good—
Boardwalk Empire—to the bad—
Ray Donovan—but the dominant form of the TV drama is slowly moving away from dark men in dark times doing dark things. The mood of television is downright sprightly at times, and that doesn’t fit with what our current idea of good TV is all about.
To which I say, good. The golden age of TV is dead. Long live the golden age of TV.