Part of the Problem
Entertainment Weekly's Ken Tucker reviewed Torchwood and made himself look like an ignorant rube and ugly American in the process. Mr. Tucker, if the readers have BBC America so they can watch the show on TV, the odds are good that they've had more exposure to British television than Benny Hill. If they're part of Torchwood's demographic or if they've had public television over the past few decades (I first saw Doctor Who on public television in the late '70s when I was four), the odds are good that you don't have to explain what Doctor Who is, even if your description of it as "the long-running British-TV equivalent of Star Wars, Star Trek, and H.R. Pufnstuf all rolled into one" made my brain bend in amusing ways.
Though I have to admit that "Captain Jack tracks down - and occasionally beds - ETs with the help of his quartet of bedazzled groupies-slash-Experts in Their Fields: One's a doctor, one's a cop, one's a scientist, and one...makes tea piping hot. It's like the Justice League of Extended-Pinkie Nerds" made me snicker even as I cried foul.
Mr. Tucker, I am offended on behalf of sci-fi geeks and clued-in Americans everywhere.
Though I have to admit that "Captain Jack tracks down - and occasionally beds - ETs with the help of his quartet of bedazzled groupies-slash-Experts in Their Fields: One's a doctor, one's a cop, one's a scientist, and one...makes tea piping hot. It's like the Justice League of Extended-Pinkie Nerds" made me snicker even as I cried foul.
Mr. Tucker, I am offended on behalf of sci-fi geeks and clued-in Americans everywhere.