Step away...from...the genre. (Everyone. Please!)
It may only be coincidental that Djimon Hounsou's talents are as wasted in Push* as Samuel L. Jackson's were in Jumper last year but, since I dismissed (wisely, from all subsequent accounts) Heroes at the concept stage, and thus well before it apparently hit the inbuilt stumbling block of many modern, multi-season television programmes**, I'll refrain from including it as a potential example. Example of what? The law of diminishing returns? Cultural entropy? Recycling as post-pomo desperation? Someone, if they are masochistic and determined enough (sadly I'm not), could doubtless pick this ball up and run with it for at least twenty pages.
Only one request, though:
Jaunt*** back to British television in the 1970s, and take a look at a show called The Tomorrow People which was broadcast in an after-school slot on the ITV network.
You won't be disappointed.
*Hardly a spoiler but, if you haven't seen it yet, be prepared for the curious phenomenon of a film with too much musical score. (And I like movie soundtracks. It's a bit of a sideline.)
**I don't know where - or how - you find the stamina for watching 'em, but I salute you.
***Reference is quite deliberate.
Only one request, though:
Jaunt*** back to British television in the 1970s, and take a look at a show called The Tomorrow People which was broadcast in an after-school slot on the ITV network.
You won't be disappointed.
*Hardly a spoiler but, if you haven't seen it yet, be prepared for the curious phenomenon of a film with too much musical score. (And I like movie soundtracks. It's a bit of a sideline.)
**I don't know where - or how - you find the stamina for watching 'em, but I salute you.
***Reference is quite deliberate.