||[Sep. 10th, 2008|02:09 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
One word kept going through my mind as I watched last night's premiere of Fringe, the new science fiction-tinged show on Fox from J.J. Abrams and the guys who wrote Transformers. And that word, which echoed through my skull like a yodeling mountain man, was "terrible." But only because the words "generic" and "cliched" would be insulting to all the generic, cliched shows out there.
Remember all those cheesy rip-offs of The X-Files that were rushed into production after Chris Carter's show really took off in the ratings, like Special Unit 2 and Baywatch Nights? Yeah, nobody does, and I suspect by this time next year nobody will remember Fringe either.
I don't have the time to list everything that's wrong with the pilot episode, since it would take hours and I have plans tonight, but we can start with the ridiculous floating chyrons that the camera insists on zooming through as if they're actually hanging in the air at the scene (the "Baghdad, Iraq" one being the worst of the lot, with the camera looking up through the floating B in a second shot). Then there's the secret organization using super-science against the world...Zzzzzzzzz... Sorry, fell asleep while writing that. And the plot gymnastics the story went through to give our heroine a boyfriend, take him away, bring him back and take him away again, all so we can have the joy of sitting through some lame, forced sexual tension down the road between her and Joshua Jackson. Oops, I almost fell asleep again.
It's hard to judge a show like this on the pilot alone, but I have to say I was so bored and fed up by the end that I don't think I'm going to bother with the next episode.
The TV Nerd says: Barf!