We interrupt your usual baby diatribes to bring you a special edition of Shit I’m Watching on TV, or, more specifically, Shit I’m Watching While Rocking Ol’ Ironsides To Sleep.
Actually, even more specifically, I have to say I’m intrigued at how the fine folks at “24” manage to keep their show going. Don’t get me wrong, I basically love every episode (especially the ones with our bud Sarah Clarke in them) but this season they seem to snatching brilliance out of the jaws of utter inanity.
Why do I care about these things, you might ask? Because I’d like to be writing on of my own shows one of these days, and series like “Alias,” “Lost,” “Veronica Mars,” “Numb3rs,” “House,” “Boston Public” and “24” are excellent studying templates for the final exam in front of a batch of network executives. Today’s television, as I have said countless times in these pages, is not like the crap we grew up with (check out Steven Johnson’s excellent article from this Sunday Times for the biopsychological perspective).
“24” is up to some pretty strange shenanigans of late. Entire characters and plotlines have disappeared (the lady who ran CTU – Driscoll – has been axed, as well as Kim Raver’s father, the defense contractor’s militia, the redhead who flew the stealth bomber, and other elements nicely detailed over at TWP) with the insouciance and ease of a TV writer taking out the trash. It’s as if they were drawing the plot on a chalkboard, and they ran out of chalkboard. Which sucks, because I really, really loved Shohreh Aghdashloo.
Right now, they’re trying to portray an “undecisive President of the United States,” who looks an awful lot like Richard Nixon. His inability to act on anything should seem Hamlet-esque, but in a steroid-fueled show like “24,” it merely comes off as EXTREMELY ANNOYING. Also, the Powers That Be have given Jack (Kiefer Sutherland) a bunch of shit because he tortured somebody while trying to find a stolen nuclear warhead.
The fact is, if the government knew there was a stolen nuclear warhead, they would torture every single motherfucker in the country, and they’d start with liberal asshole bloggers like me. That plotline, again, has been EXTREMELY ANNOYING.
Enter Chloe, the bizarre-faced dork at the Counter-Terrorist Unit (in a “geeks hate other geeks on the food chain” rivalry with Edgar) coming out tonight with guns blazing. You really had to be there, but that was AWESOME TELEVISION. Score another one for “24” – just when you decide to go to the bathroom, they nail the dismount.
Um, do any of you readers watch this show? Uh, okay. Back to Dungeons and Dragons for me.