four hundred years is extremely unacceptable
So I decided to give this new show New Amsterdam a chance, because, well, I love TV. I almost didn't watch because of all the negative hype it had been getting for unoriginality, especially in its connection to Moonlight, that horrible show on CBS about a vampire detective living in L.A. and atoning for his crimes. No, not that one. But you see how there could be confusion. Fortunately, the pilot episode of that show is probably one of the worst half hours of TV I've ever had to sit through (I couldn't even make it through the whole forty-four minutes, not even for Jason Dohring, whose beautiful lips have graced my blog now for almost two years). So the point of this whole ramble is that Moonlight sucks, and because New Amsterdam also has a similar premise, I wasn't sure I wanted to subject myself to possible torture for the second time.
ANYWAY.
So, New Amsterdam. Basic premise: brilliant (and smoking hot) detective John Amsterdam is really fucking old. Like four hundred years. Because, you see he was given a "gift" by a Native American woman whose life he saved back when he was a Pilgrim. No, really. See, according to this broad, you only have one true soul mate through all of time, and the tragedy of most people's lives is that they never meet that one person. So, her gift to our unsuspecting hero is immortality. He will not die until he finds that person, and only then when he's found her and bound himself to her really and truly, will he be mortal again. Meanwhile it's four hundred years later and he's morphed into a kind of cynical smart-ass due to the not dying, he's obsessed with death (again with the not being able to die thing and all), and he's had 609 girlfriends, some wives, and a son, whom we learn died at the age of six. But then one day while on duty, his heart stops in the subway, he comes the closest to dying he's ever come, and he begins to understand that it's because she must have been there. His one true love. DUN DUN DUN. And you know what? The story was well written (no, really), the acting was pretty damn good, the hero is extremely pretty, and the premise actually has serious potential for character development. In short, it's worth watching.
Except for one thing: if this guy had to wait four hundred years to find his soul mate, what are the odds that the rest of us can do it in seventy-five to eighty? Yeah, that's what I thought.
ANYWAY.
So, New Amsterdam. Basic premise: brilliant (and smoking hot) detective John Amsterdam is really fucking old. Like four hundred years. Because, you see he was given a "gift" by a Native American woman whose life he saved back when he was a Pilgrim. No, really. See, according to this broad, you only have one true soul mate through all of time, and the tragedy of most people's lives is that they never meet that one person. So, her gift to our unsuspecting hero is immortality. He will not die until he finds that person, and only then when he's found her and bound himself to her really and truly, will he be mortal again. Meanwhile it's four hundred years later and he's morphed into a kind of cynical smart-ass due to the not dying, he's obsessed with death (again with the not being able to die thing and all), and he's had 609 girlfriends, some wives, and a son, whom we learn died at the age of six. But then one day while on duty, his heart stops in the subway, he comes the closest to dying he's ever come, and he begins to understand that it's because she must have been there. His one true love. DUN DUN DUN. And you know what? The story was well written (no, really), the acting was pretty damn good, the hero is extremely pretty, and the premise actually has serious potential for character development. In short, it's worth watching.
Except for one thing: if this guy had to wait four hundred years to find his soul mate, what are the odds that the rest of us can do it in seventy-five to eighty? Yeah, that's what I thought.