of expectations, choices, and fat chicks
Hey all, I'm popping out of relative seclusion to ponder last night's Bones.
You've all heard me criticize the show ad nauseam, bucking the tide of lighthearted acceptance the show has cultivated. In my frustration with it, I've learned a couple of important things about Bones that, if I want to continue to watch the show, I'm going to have to accept sooner or later.
1) Season 1 through the first 1/2 of Season 2 Bones is a different show than the one presently airing.
2) The original Bones no longer exists. What airs currently is Bones Lite, The Remix.
3) This "new" show is not going away anytime soon, nor will it ever again bear any resemblance to the edgy, darkly funny, sophisticated original.
If I can swallow that, I'll be able to watch and smile appropriately. *takes pill*
Last night I tried to put my new outlook into practice. For my good faith, The Wannabee in the Weeds took every ounce of my patience and stomped it to fucking death. I can't understand the rave reviews I'm seeing.
If I could overlook Fox's sickening self-promotion, I would. But how is that possible when you are force-fed the network's #1 show? (Is AI failing lately? They need Bones to gain more attention? The logic eludes me.) It makes me cringe to see Boreanaz working on Murdoch's Farm (but in his defense he's no dummy -- it'll put his kid into Notre Dame, no sweat).
Just as I am finally, finally, comfortable with expecting indefensible foolishness plotwise from this show, it gaks up Fat Pam.
Ah, message recieved, Bones: fat women come in two standard sizes: sassy and psychopathic. We're so funny when we're all het up! And creepy when we see hot guys!
This was the weakest attempt at justifying the 'fat chick as evil creep' bullshit I've ever seen. A passing mention of body dysmorphia????? That's two psychopathic fat chicks in 2.75 seasons.
I guess I should be grateful this one didn't smell.
Why can't Bones take a hint from the ultimate cheesy 'comic book' show, CSI: Miami? I recently saw an episode where a handsome cop was being stalked by an absolutely perfect woman who had incredible style and a shitload of money. She shot at him, too.
I don't watch CSI: Miami for the plot: who does? Like the rest of the world, I watch for the pretty colors and the pretty people and the wild funny that is Horatio and his shades. Even the ultimate cheeseball show managed to do better on this issue, which I never would have expected in a million years.
Part of embracing the new Bones is accepting OOC behavior from Booth after believing he was a sniper in the Rangers.
That's one unfortunate consequence of the original premise of his character: it was done well! I believed that Seeley Booth and it is nearly impossible for me to forget him. So when I see Booth!Lite, who capitulates to a private face-to-face with a woman who has just admitted impersonating his mother to get his private telephone number I get all itchy and cranky and WTF. Finger hovers over the 'channel' button. But then I hear a voice say... "you promised to try. Let go! It's just fluff...."
Promises are made to be broken, I guess.
You've all heard me criticize the show ad nauseam, bucking the tide of lighthearted acceptance the show has cultivated. In my frustration with it, I've learned a couple of important things about Bones that, if I want to continue to watch the show, I'm going to have to accept sooner or later.
1) Season 1 through the first 1/2 of Season 2 Bones is a different show than the one presently airing.
2) The original Bones no longer exists. What airs currently is Bones Lite, The Remix.
3) This "new" show is not going away anytime soon, nor will it ever again bear any resemblance to the edgy, darkly funny, sophisticated original.
If I can swallow that, I'll be able to watch and smile appropriately. *takes pill*
Last night I tried to put my new outlook into practice. For my good faith, The Wannabee in the Weeds took every ounce of my patience and stomped it to fucking death. I can't understand the rave reviews I'm seeing.
If I could overlook Fox's sickening self-promotion, I would. But how is that possible when you are force-fed the network's #1 show? (Is AI failing lately? They need Bones to gain more attention? The logic eludes me.) It makes me cringe to see Boreanaz working on Murdoch's Farm (but in his defense he's no dummy -- it'll put his kid into Notre Dame, no sweat).
Just as I am finally, finally, comfortable with expecting indefensible foolishness plotwise from this show, it gaks up Fat Pam.
Ah, message recieved, Bones: fat women come in two standard sizes: sassy and psychopathic. We're so funny when we're all het up! And creepy when we see hot guys!
This was the weakest attempt at justifying the 'fat chick as evil creep' bullshit I've ever seen. A passing mention of body dysmorphia????? That's two psychopathic fat chicks in 2.75 seasons.
I guess I should be grateful this one didn't smell.
Why can't Bones take a hint from the ultimate cheesy 'comic book' show, CSI: Miami? I recently saw an episode where a handsome cop was being stalked by an absolutely perfect woman who had incredible style and a shitload of money. She shot at him, too.
I don't watch CSI: Miami for the plot: who does? Like the rest of the world, I watch for the pretty colors and the pretty people and the wild funny that is Horatio and his shades. Even the ultimate cheeseball show managed to do better on this issue, which I never would have expected in a million years.
Part of embracing the new Bones is accepting OOC behavior from Booth after believing he was a sniper in the Rangers.
That's one unfortunate consequence of the original premise of his character: it was done well! I believed that Seeley Booth and it is nearly impossible for me to forget him. So when I see Booth!Lite, who capitulates to a private face-to-face with a woman who has just admitted impersonating his mother to get his private telephone number I get all itchy and cranky and WTF. Finger hovers over the 'channel' button. But then I hear a voice say... "you promised to try. Let go! It's just fluff...."
Promises are made to be broken, I guess.