Tonight I finished watching Steven Universe. I cried because it was the end of something magnificent, beautiful, and original. I started watching the series only a few weeks ago with my kindergartner daughter and we promised not to watch any of it without the other. This quickly became a personal challenge, because I fell hard for this little work of visual and narrative art, told 11.5 minutes at a time. But I kept my end of the bargain, and it became a wonderful shared piece of culture for my kid and myself.
My 3-year-old son fell for it because, well, it’s a cartoon with sight gags, action, wonderfully catchy music, and a striking visual style that’s more detailed than it looks. My wife fell for the show for reasons that many adults (and me) surely do: the characters are richly developed and experience change over the course of five seasons. The overarching story and many smaller plots deal with complex emotional situations, evolving relationships, and heavy existential questions.
I love that Steven seeks to resolve conflict by also seeking to understand his opponents. I love the occasional homage to other TV shows (particularly some animated classics). I love the love-personified that is Garnet. I love that while most of the Crystal Gems have weapons, Steven has a shield. I love Connie, and Lion, and yeah, eventually Lars, too. I love the way music and dance are woven into the fabric of the show and its imaginative world. I love that such a deep, artful piece of entertainment could survive for five seasons on the Cartoon Network.
There’s supposed to be a made-for-TV movie this fall, and I will try to be optimistic about it. I’m not sure what story is left to tell after the finale of season five, but I’m so into Steven Universe after inhaling it that I’ll trust show creator Rebecca Sugar to deliver something meaningful. After all, she’s why the people of this world believe in Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl…