Much has been said, speculated, suggested, and debated about the reasons
behind the switch-over from Sinclair to Sheridan, from Michael O’Hare to Bruce
Boxleitner. There have been rumors, questions, allegations, charges, countercharges,
pronouncements, proclamations, pettifogging, riots, insurrections, snits,
snipes, cursing and dead-catting, all over one fundamental question: was the
change in cast Michael’s idea, our idea, Warner Bros.’ idea, divine revelation or
some combination of three out of those four?
Yes, Warners wanted a star in that role, but they had always wanted one, just
as every studio wants a star in the lead role of a TV series, so this was nothing new.
Yes, Michael was concerned about type-casting and other issues.
Yes, there were story complications that became apparent over the course
of the first season. So many events of the five year arc had been tied to one
character that the coincidences necessary to make it all work over the long haul
would verge on the astronomical.
Yes, a burning bush appeared in my office late one night accompanied by
the sound of hosannas sung by the Choir Eternal. Clouds parted, lightning struck,
the seas turned to blood and…well, okay, I’m lying about that. Except for the
part about the Choir Eternal, which to my surprise performed some amazing
covers of classic Beatles songs.
Look, the fact is that for every online dweebizoid who suggests that they
know the true and final inside story, the only people who really know the full
situation were the four people in the room at the time the discussion took place.
And those are the only people who will ever know.
Which like it or not is exactly as it should be. Michael is a friend and a fine
actor who I would work with again at the drop of a thespian should the
opportunity and role arise.
And that, as far as I’m concerned, is the end of that.
The change happened. Life happened.
And the show went on.