the mentalist. seriously, self? seriously?
In an attempt to give modern American television a break, I decided to watch some of these shows I'd never seen but had heard about.
I ended up watching something called The Mentalist.
Two minutes in, I decided it was total crap. A lame procedural where one guy has magical but logical powers of incredible observational skills and helps a team of regular cops (you know, the ones with years of training but still end up picking up all the wrong leads on every case), lead by a tough-as-nails lady cop and of course there's just the tiniest bit of romantic possibility between her and the magical-but-logical skills guy. And he naturally has an angsty past with loved ones dead because no police-force-helping specialist ever does his/her job just because they need to pay the rent (or like to put murderers in jail).
I decided, this show is everything that's wrong with American television (too many fucking procedurals with magical-but-logical experts on subjects the common man has no clue about so it might as well be that somebody can tell by one look whether the victim was a fan of African literature or not, how the fuck are we supposed to know and don't get me started on the whole male-lead-female-lead dynamic which is supposedly very original but everybody knows they've seen this a million times, even before X-Files but more often after). How do they expect us, intelligent beings, to watch this kind of junk on a regular basis and even enjoy it?
Then, around 10 minutes in, I decided I quite liked it. I finished the episode. Watched another.
What the fuck, self. What the fuck.
...
Off to watch some more.
PS. I decided to post more fandom-y public posts this year. Enjoy. Or don't.
I ended up watching something called The Mentalist.
Two minutes in, I decided it was total crap. A lame procedural where one guy has magical but logical powers of incredible observational skills and helps a team of regular cops (you know, the ones with years of training but still end up picking up all the wrong leads on every case), lead by a tough-as-nails lady cop and of course there's just the tiniest bit of romantic possibility between her and the magical-but-logical skills guy. And he naturally has an angsty past with loved ones dead because no police-force-helping specialist ever does his/her job just because they need to pay the rent (or like to put murderers in jail).
I decided, this show is everything that's wrong with American television (too many fucking procedurals with magical-but-logical experts on subjects the common man has no clue about so it might as well be that somebody can tell by one look whether the victim was a fan of African literature or not, how the fuck are we supposed to know and don't get me started on the whole male-lead-female-lead dynamic which is supposedly very original but everybody knows they've seen this a million times, even before X-Files but more often after). How do they expect us, intelligent beings, to watch this kind of junk on a regular basis and even enjoy it?
Then, around 10 minutes in, I decided I quite liked it. I finished the episode. Watched another.
What the fuck, self. What the fuck.
...
Off to watch some more.
PS. I decided to post more fandom-y public posts this year. Enjoy. Or don't.