And so fall fell, and with it, the beginning of the new TV
season.
I think I said it before, but it truly bears repeating –
this is the first year in a long time that my wife and I didn’t lose any TV
shows. In years past, we’d lose a
handful, and maybe gain one or two.
But this year, only two shows ended – Spartacus, and Being
Human.
Both went out well, and I’ll miss them, but altogether they
only put out 16 hours of programming, which doesn’t even cover one regular US
season of TV.
So in the past, we’ve always been behind, and racing to keep
up with the DVR.
And this year is about to get so much worse.
So. Where to
start? Let’s lop off the end of the
summer, first:
Sherlock:
Sherlock chose to use its second series to roll through the
three most famous Holmes stories, and to be honest the season as a whole didn’t
work for me as well as the first did.
I enjoyed the first two episodes well enough, but they made
some choices that didn’t work for me all that well.
The first episode took place over the course of a year,
which drained much of the suspense out of the story. People standing around not being threatened
isn’t all that interesting. On the
bright side, it had a fun, surprising ending, which somewhat saved it.
The second episode just didn’t work all that well, perhaps
because it felt a bit Scooby Doo in execution.
There was good stuff there, there always is, but it was mostly just
okay.
But the last episode?
Wherein Sherlock and Moriarty went straight-up head-to-head?
A total monster of a ‘sode.
The writing, the acting, the clues, the head games, just an absolute
monster. And now I finally get why
people are begging for series three of Sherlock.
I’m cool. I can
wait. Mostly.
But man, I don’t know that they can ever top that one. It might be better to stop…
Under the Dome:
Oy.
As the show wore on, I did a little research. Outside of a couple of cartoons, Steven
Spielberg (who produced Dome) shows inevitably tank, often dying in their first
or second season, and always dying before they hit episode 50.
With the sheer talent behind the wheel of this show, from
the pedal-to-the-floor novel to the producers to Brian K Vaughn, who has
produced and created a handful of amazing comic books and wrote some of the
best episodes of Lost (which I guess isn’t saying much…).
And…
And I guess somewhere along the line, everything just fell
apart.
I’ve been trying to put my finger on what’s wrong with the
show, and man, it’s hard. The acting is
mostly good, though it’s hard to tell because the characters are too often
forced to do things that don’t make any sense.
Joe, for example, seems to have been instructed to tell the
audience what we’re seeing, just in case we happened to be staring at the floor
during the episode.
And people who are supposed to hate one another keeping
hanging out with each other, but are unable to decide if they experience
chemistry with each other despite various kinds of abuse.
And… at one point, there’s a clock with a small hand between
the 4 and the 5 and the big hand on the 12, indicating that it’s 4:60, I guess.
In a lot of ways I feel compelled to watch, because it seems
like there’s a good show in there somewhere.
But as we ended the first season, I’m not sure where that “good” could
be.
Here’s hoping they learn something between season 1 and
2. Like the fact that 4:60 is not an
actual time.
Lost:
I’ve done this one up in essay form before, but my wife and
I decided to tackle the show again in an effort to get to the end.
Ultimately, we shoved around way through the end of season
four, and two episodes into season five.
And here was my wife’s summary. “All these people are annoying me.” Yep.
Agents of SHIELD:
I already tackled this one a bit, but two episodes in it appears
that Joss Whedon has rebooted Firefly with a few new characters and some
swapped-out traits.
Much to my surprise, the first couple of ‘sodes weren’t
runaway hits, rating-wise, and it’s obvious that the Marvel people are sinking
some serious cash into the show.
Is the show good?
Yes. But like most new things,
it’s finding its footing and the problem is, the decision-makers are watching
it right now. A slight dip in ratings
could easily be a reason for the money folks to pull the plug or, alternately,
slow the trickle from the money hose.
Will it happen?
Excellent question. Truth is, The
Avengers made a billion dollars, and I was pretty sure that Agents was going to
smash the competition.
Turns out, it’s just holding its own. We’ll see if that’s enough.
Modern Family
Family won the best comedy Emmy again. This put critics, and a few armchair critics,
into a bit of an uproar.
But frankly, the show was funny, and the show remains
funny. It’s losing steam, as most shows
do as they reach their fifth season, and kids age, and you have to come up with
reasons to keep them around, and with three major families they’re burning
through storylines at a remarkable clip and…
I don’t care.
The writing is sharp, the characters, and the actors playing
them, continue to employ remarkable and impeccable timing, and if the show
doesn’t always display the same old spark of genius, it’s still funny.
And funny counts.
The Big Bang Theory:
See Modern Family.
It’s funny. Jim Parsons will
never find another character that he can embody so perfectly. And, end of the day, it’s a joke machine that
works.
Glee:
I have to admit, I pity Cory Monteith, who has caused so
much more controversy in death than he did in life.
Just last night, I caught a headline screaming that his
death was accidental, and not a suicide.
This week, Glee will memorialize his death.
Meanwhile, people are, and were, up in arms over the fact
that he had a special portion of the Emmys dedicated to him. Never mind that he never won one. Never mind that he was never nominated.
Unstated was, “Who is this guy, who is on this mediocre show
that used to be good, and why do we care about a junkie anyway?”
Look, here are the facts: Cory had drug problems for
something like half his life. Like much
of the cast of Glee, he went from being a relative nobody to being a central
role on a massive hit of a TV show.
And then everyone got to watch while the TV show crumbled
around him. And he went from being a
famous guy with a hit to dying as a famous junkie on a show whose fortunes were
taking a massive turn for the worse.
What does it mean for him?
It means he’s dead. And while
that doesn’t affect me personally, it had to hit his family, friends, and the
people on the show hard.
What does it mean for the show?
I don’t know.
The ratings have been pretty weak these first couple of
episodes, and to be honest, the show has been deserving of the slide. Some storylines are being recycled, the
writing isn’t nearly as funny, and despite dipping into the catalogue of the
Beatles, the show has yet to create a great musical moment.
(And Sue’s character, who always alternated between
too-blunt and funny and more-than-slightly crazy and not-funny? They’ve pushed her into flat out racism at
least once now, and… it’s gross.)
This week, they celebrate the death of Finn, the character
played by Cory, and I suspect that ratings will spike for one night. In a lot of ways, I wish they’d just put
together a clip show of his best moments on the show.
And I’d close with what I think was his very best: His
monologue at the end of season 3, when he’s sending Rachel away.
I don’t know what kind of actor Cory might have been if he
had lived. He might have spent the rest
of his life trying to live up to the Finn salad days. I could see him falling into a series of TV
movies, aging through young dad and older dad roles, scraping out a solid,
though perhaps unremarkable, career.
But we’ll never know.
As for Glee itself, well, I suspect that the ratings will
continue to fall, and someone, somewhere, is getting chewed out as I type this
for signing the show up for two years.
But maybe they’ll turn it around. That we’ll get to see.
The Vampire Diaries:
I said before that fifth years are tough, but really, the
problems with most shows start in year four.
And in the case of The Vampire Diaries, man, that was
true. There were good stories, yes, but
the witch stuff got more iffy than usual (and it was already pretty iffy) and
soulless Elena got tiresome after a while, and, and, and…
And, eh. It was still
fun, but it was less fun.
This season started big, with six or seven major storylines
tossed violently into the mix, man if it didn’t revitalize the show. It was fun, and funny, and there was little
to no fat. They just put down the throttle
and went for it.
Can they maintain? I
doubt it. Last year got bumpy, and
stayed bumpy. But I plan to enjoy this
just as long as I can.
The Originals:
So The Vampire Diaries spun off some of their more
interesting characters and… they did it badly.
Of course, we’re talking about a pilot episode, and from
what I’m hearing the second episode is much better, but, and I gotta say this,
I can’t figure out why they decided to do a second pilot that was basically the
first pilot all over again.
I suppose people could use a refresher on what the show was
about, but I am certain ZERO of their viewers were new to the premise of the
show. The people watching are Vampire
Diaries fans. There are not new people
coming to this tale.
And yet, they pretended there were.
For now, I’m into it.
They’re attempting to work their twists and turns, and The Vampire
Diaries took a while to shake out, and this one probably will, too.
But I seriously hope the process isn’t too painful.
Supernatural:
Now THAT is how you open a season.
Look, it’s season eight around here. The boys have saved the world a lot. This show is now one year past Buffy was when
it went off the air, and they just flat out are repeating some plot ideas.
But there are variations to be had, jokes to be made, and,
yeah, this show knows that anything it does from this point forward has to
count.
Well done, everyone.
Now let’s roll on forward.
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