September 26, 2024
The word of the week is “Hallmark.”
There’s a show called “High Potential”. It operates on the tired premise of an unacknowledged genius in a minimum-wage job who ends up helping the police solve cases because she notices things that others don’t. The premise would have been OK, but the dialogue in the first half sounded like it was written for a Hallmark movie. It got marginally better, but you’ll have to forget every other police procedural you’ve watched in order to overlook the sloppy detective work. (Does a newbie really have to tell them to check the site of the victim’s fall for clues to what happened?)
Next, we have “Murder in a Small Town”, a mixture of “Midsomer Murders” and Hallmark, with a pale imitation of Wallender thrown in for the lead. Worse than his rough, non-police garb (he’s a different breed of lawman, of course) is the laid-back speech of the main character, who sounds like he’s talking in the back of his throat—but very softly. He mumbles. And the romance is textbook Hallmark. Hard pass.
Finally, “Doctor Odyssey”. Again, a Hallmark situation: a maverick new doctor resented by the tried-and-true staff, and another very fast romance. To be fair, the old guard and the new guy all have something to teach each other; it’s not one-sided. And one patient situation was pretty funny. But you’d have to be very bored to watch it regularly.
Maybe I’m too old and cranky to be watching TV anymore.
Or maybe the writers aren’t trying very hard.
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