I don't usually do this...
Oct. 6th, 2000 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpWatch television, that is.
Tonight, for probably the first time in a couple of years, I sat through three shows on the boob tube.
Don't look at me like that.
They were:
The Fugitive Okay, this show is likely true to the Canon (updated for the new millennium), but I can't get excited about it. The original show suffered from the same basic problem, as I see it, which is that the whole thing is so predictable: the Unflinching Cop close behind, the One-Armed Man just ahead, and Kimball's Freedom trying to balance precariously in front of an audience that knows the Doctor is Innocent. There are only so many ways that an actor can try to show that his character is avoiding cops, and I think I saw them all tonight. In duplicate. All of them make it seem as if the party trying to hide is instead waving a red flag and screaming, "Look at me!" For me, the idea behind the plot is good for one entertainment session, which is why I think the movie with Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones worked well.
C.S.I. Stands for "Crime Scene Investigation," or something similar. It's a nice concept, being one of those cop shows that throws a bunch of plots at you like a plate of spaghetti and then resolves them one by one, letting a couple linger until the next episode. This first time out for this cast gave all of the different characters an opportunity to strut their stuff: the nice-guy young cop; the angry but smart black cop; the single mother working the night shift; the newbie whose mother is a police lieutenant elsewhere, the supervisor who gives out with Zen-like advice and seems to be a good leader, and a boss who everyone is going to love to hate. I probably missed someone, but you get the picture. This show looks like it's going to be like most other ensemble cop shows, but with mass spectrometers and UV lights instead of fast cars and dingy coffemakers. If I happen to run across this show again and have nothing else to do, I'll probably watch it.
Nash Bridges Not a new show, but a new season for the show. Since I don't watch it, I have no context. The story seemed a little frail around the edges; one of those "...or else I blow up the city" plots. The planned comic relief didn't. I don't know why I waste my time.
On the other hand, I'm sure I'm not nearly scraping the bottom of the barrel. Charles Osgood, who does the CBS Sunday Morning show, noted last weekend that the average American's television viewing habits have changed in terms of time spent in front of the tube, from an average of 4.1 hours per day to 2.7 per day (if memory serves). I didn't catch when the 4.1 figure was measured; I presume the 2.7 is current. So what are Joe and Jane Sixpack doing in those missing 1.4 hours? Why, says Osgood, they're on the Internet!
Cheers...
Tonight, for probably the first time in a couple of years, I sat through three shows on the boob tube.
Don't look at me like that.
They were:
The Fugitive Okay, this show is likely true to the Canon (updated for the new millennium), but I can't get excited about it. The original show suffered from the same basic problem, as I see it, which is that the whole thing is so predictable: the Unflinching Cop close behind, the One-Armed Man just ahead, and Kimball's Freedom trying to balance precariously in front of an audience that knows the Doctor is Innocent. There are only so many ways that an actor can try to show that his character is avoiding cops, and I think I saw them all tonight. In duplicate. All of them make it seem as if the party trying to hide is instead waving a red flag and screaming, "Look at me!" For me, the idea behind the plot is good for one entertainment session, which is why I think the movie with Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones worked well.
C.S.I. Stands for "Crime Scene Investigation," or something similar. It's a nice concept, being one of those cop shows that throws a bunch of plots at you like a plate of spaghetti and then resolves them one by one, letting a couple linger until the next episode. This first time out for this cast gave all of the different characters an opportunity to strut their stuff: the nice-guy young cop; the angry but smart black cop; the single mother working the night shift; the newbie whose mother is a police lieutenant elsewhere, the supervisor who gives out with Zen-like advice and seems to be a good leader, and a boss who everyone is going to love to hate. I probably missed someone, but you get the picture. This show looks like it's going to be like most other ensemble cop shows, but with mass spectrometers and UV lights instead of fast cars and dingy coffemakers. If I happen to run across this show again and have nothing else to do, I'll probably watch it.
Nash Bridges Not a new show, but a new season for the show. Since I don't watch it, I have no context. The story seemed a little frail around the edges; one of those "...or else I blow up the city" plots. The planned comic relief didn't. I don't know why I waste my time.
On the other hand, I'm sure I'm not nearly scraping the bottom of the barrel. Charles Osgood, who does the CBS Sunday Morning show, noted last weekend that the average American's television viewing habits have changed in terms of time spent in front of the tube, from an average of 4.1 hours per day to 2.7 per day (if memory serves). I didn't catch when the 4.1 figure was measured; I presume the 2.7 is current. So what are Joe and Jane Sixpack doing in those missing 1.4 hours? Why, says Osgood, they're on the Internet!
Cheers...
