This is why we can't have nice things
I was a bit bored and sleepy last night, and so I actually watched network television for a full hour. I know! Shocking! But man, am I ever glad I did. Otherwise I would have missed the lametastic glory that was New Amsterdam. It's the kind of bad that has to be seen to be believed. scarfe came home late from tutoring so he'd missed about a half hour of it, and all I had to do was show him the summary on our digital guide ("After saving an Indian girl's life in the 17th century, NYPD detective John Amsterdam is both blessed and cursed: he is immortal, but he can never love") and we were hooked. It's a genre trainwreck: cop proceedural, soppy romantic melodrama, and it utilizes an ancient Indian ritual for it's driving plot device. Wow.
I know, I know. Didn't a certain someone named Joss Whedon already come up with a character like this? The comparisons to Angel are inevitable and tragic. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is a beautiful man and the camera loves him, but just like David Boreanaz, he's got all the on-screen charisma of an old shoe. When he's meant to be pained and brooding he comes like a teenager in the middle of a snit, and I kept wanting to advise him not to talk and instead take more long, soapy showers while his voice-over muses about his scars. Laughable, yes, but very pretty too!
I watched mainly for the tragically bad facial hair in the flashback sequences. Fake beards = no one's friend. And while my love of time-lapse footage is well documented (I've watched the 2002 version of The Time Machine an inappropriate number of times, okay?) the footage of Times Square as it changes through the years left me cold. Bad job, F/X people. No cookie for you. The fact that it looked really cheesy didn't discourage the show's creative forces, however; apparently they knew that a lot of people (me!) are delighted by time lapse, and they felt the sequence was so crucial to the plot that they had to run it twice. Ugh.
Anyway, bad, bad show. I do recommend it if you want to watch something pretty and totally mindless. But I'm much happier with my DVD army. *clings to The Wire and The West Wing*
slidellra's dS/C6D tag game is a lot of fun! Except when you're tagged, and then it is a lot of fun but also very, very hard. You know what would help me out? Indian curses and time lapse footage! (I can't find any footage of Times Square from 1900 to 2000. Apparently neither could the producers of New Amsterdam).
I know, I know. Didn't a certain someone named Joss Whedon already come up with a character like this? The comparisons to Angel are inevitable and tragic. Nikolaj Coster-Waldau is a beautiful man and the camera loves him, but just like David Boreanaz, he's got all the on-screen charisma of an old shoe. When he's meant to be pained and brooding he comes like a teenager in the middle of a snit, and I kept wanting to advise him not to talk and instead take more long, soapy showers while his voice-over muses about his scars. Laughable, yes, but very pretty too!
I watched mainly for the tragically bad facial hair in the flashback sequences. Fake beards = no one's friend. And while my love of time-lapse footage is well documented (I've watched the 2002 version of The Time Machine an inappropriate number of times, okay?) the footage of Times Square as it changes through the years left me cold. Bad job, F/X people. No cookie for you. The fact that it looked really cheesy didn't discourage the show's creative forces, however; apparently they knew that a lot of people (me!) are delighted by time lapse, and they felt the sequence was so crucial to the plot that they had to run it twice. Ugh.
Anyway, bad, bad show. I do recommend it if you want to watch something pretty and totally mindless. But I'm much happier with my DVD army. *clings to The Wire and The West Wing*
slidellra's dS/C6D tag game is a lot of fun! Except when you're tagged, and then it is a lot of fun but also very, very hard. You know what would help me out? Indian curses and time lapse footage! (I can't find any footage of Times Square from 1900 to 2000. Apparently neither could the producers of New Amsterdam).