Ned the Pie Maker has a unique ability: he can bring dead things back
to life. Touch a dead thing once, and it is alive. Touch it again,
and it is dead again, permanently. If he brings a dead thing back for
more than a minute, something else dies permanently in its place. Got
it? Good.
Pushing Daisies is built around a high-concept plot device with a
visual style to match. The first thing you notice when you turn on the
show is how it looks. Yes, obviously: but I mean you really NOTICE
it. It screams at you with saturated colors, stylization, ridiculous
sets and costumes that know how to treat a woman's shape. (For those wondering, the way to treat a woman's shape is to show as much of the breast as possible.)
From week to week, the show is set up as a murder-mystery. In addition to making pies, Ned has hooked up with a private investigator named Emerson Cod (as played by the fantastic Chi McBride). Emerson uses Ned's ability to solve cases by talking directly to the victims of murders.
Everything about this show just... works. The narration by Jim Dale. The engaging lead performance by Lee Pace. The musical numbers. Oh, the musical numbers. Consider the following scene from last season: Olive Snook (yes, all the characters have names like this) is the waitress at the Pie Hole, and is also in love with Ned the Pie Maker.
Maybe it's cruel to bring you into this terrific show at this point. Three episodes into its sophomore season, there is a good chance that
Pushing Daisies won't make it. It is routinely losing in its timeslot
to Knight Rider 2: Knight Rider-er and Old Christine's Retarded New
Adventures About Being a Whore. Whatever, America: you can keep your
stupid TV. It is no exaggeration to say that, in all my (extensive)
television watching, I have never seen a show anything like it.