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Jan 22, 2011 08:36

As genially foolish as White Collar is, and believe you me my only legal credential is from the Doink Doink School of Law and even I can blow holes in their legal theories, as genially foolish as it is, I say, I'm pretty sure that nobody in their right mind could mistake Harry Dresden for Neal Caffrey. Right? I mean, they're both dark-haired white guys under 300 lbs. with two arms and two legs each. But by that logic I could be mistaken for Katie Couric.

(Don't you dare! I am not perky!!)

(I am, however, probably 5 inches taller than her, considerably heavier, and significantly different in age. Which is my point.)

In some ways, Fringe is no better, what with the SKIENCE!. In both cases, the nonsensical piffle is some percentage of cheerful don't-know-don't-care and some percentage of the-story-said-so. I suppose the difference is dual: (1) Fringe uses nonsensical piffle in service to an emotional journey it's trying to tell (White Collar, while engaging, must go nowhere by both law and the dictates of genre television); and (2) Fringe partakes of the great and hallowed science-fictional tradition of nonsensical piffle, and hangs a pleasing lampshade on same. The whole point of caper stories is how-they-did-it, which is kind of obviated if they did it by doing things that are laughably impossible. Moreso, when those things are insultingly impossible.

Although, I have to say, about last night's Fringe, hurray writers for making a plot point out of cross-contamination! I was waiting for Walter to develop gangrene on his tongue or something, but this is almost as good! I also love how Walter's takeaway from it was the opposite of reality, i.e. he believes it was a good thing to leave the milk where someone else would drink it, because somebody else got to almost die to disprove the usefulness of the formula.

Walter! So close and yet so far!!

As Olivia raced to rescue Peter (no, the other time I mean), she pulled out the jug of Something and I just knew, just KNEW I tell you, that she'd stab the needle through the side of the jug to draw off the Lifesaving Concoction. And then she did! It's one of those enjoyably direct actions I like to see dramatized, an improvised time-saver that you didn't know you had in your repertoire till you needed it.

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