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No immigration reform entry today. It's a volatile topic, and I'm hormonal and smart enough to know it; thus, discussion is tabled until after the end of the Red Insurrection, that monthly revolt of my ovaries as they tunnel through my uterine wall with vicious, squeezing fingers in search of the light.
Instead, allow me to rail on my favorite topic, CSI:NY. According to the ratings round-up on CSIfiles:
CBS placed second with 6.4/10 and ABC finished third with 4.4/7. In the 10:00 pm timeslot, CBS’ CSI:NY led in households with a 7.7/13 to ABC’s Lost’s 7.2/12, though Lost had about 450,000 more total viewers. Though CSI:NY has been winning it’s timeslot, last week marked a series low. The third installment of the CSI franchise is down 27 percent from its season-to-date average and down 14 percent from its season average in households.
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What happened to the forensics? Evidence collection scenes are routinely being skipped in favor of lingering scenes of Character A practicing the Fruit Guys Stare of Longing in the nearest reflective surface. What happened to the victims? I suppose they're horribly inconvenient, lying on the slab you're trying to fuck on.
I love these characters for the most part, though Lindsay could spontaneously combust and I wouldn't notice her absence. I even like Mac when he stops banging his peen hammer like a gavel on the heads of his subordinates. But I don't need to see every wart and lesion and festering STD sore of their private lives. Mention of a sibling or family problem? Fine. Mention of a date? Fine. But I don't want a front row seat to the bump 'n' grind or the Stella Bonasera Drama Derby. I got into CSI and its successors for the mystery, not the misery, and if the ratings are any indication, so did a lot of other folks.
It is possible to have great drama without steaming piles of personal angst. Criminal Minds routinely turns out riveting TV with few missteps, and personal drama is kept to a minimum or used to draw a parallel between the characters and the criminals they hunt. It buttresses the case; it does not overwhelm it. Imagine that.
NCIS was once in that category as well, but after last night's episode, it is abundantly clear that they, too, have fallen into the Cunny Honey Trap and are strapping on the skis for the shark jump.
In all likelihood, CSI:NY will make it a fourth season, but I don't see a fifth, and that makes me glad when it shouldn't.
Instead, allow me to rail on my favorite topic, CSI:NY. According to the ratings round-up on CSIfiles:
CBS placed second with 6.4/10 and ABC finished third with 4.4/7. In the 10:00 pm timeslot, CBS’ CSI:NY led in households with a 7.7/13 to ABC’s Lost’s 7.2/12, though Lost had about 450,000 more total viewers. Though CSI:NY has been winning it’s timeslot, last week marked a series low. The third installment of the CSI franchise is down 27 percent from its season-to-date average and down 14 percent from its season average in households.
( Cut for SPOILER Protection )
What happened to the forensics? Evidence collection scenes are routinely being skipped in favor of lingering scenes of Character A practicing the Fruit Guys Stare of Longing in the nearest reflective surface. What happened to the victims? I suppose they're horribly inconvenient, lying on the slab you're trying to fuck on.
I love these characters for the most part, though Lindsay could spontaneously combust and I wouldn't notice her absence. I even like Mac when he stops banging his peen hammer like a gavel on the heads of his subordinates. But I don't need to see every wart and lesion and festering STD sore of their private lives. Mention of a sibling or family problem? Fine. Mention of a date? Fine. But I don't want a front row seat to the bump 'n' grind or the Stella Bonasera Drama Derby. I got into CSI and its successors for the mystery, not the misery, and if the ratings are any indication, so did a lot of other folks.
It is possible to have great drama without steaming piles of personal angst. Criminal Minds routinely turns out riveting TV with few missteps, and personal drama is kept to a minimum or used to draw a parallel between the characters and the criminals they hunt. It buttresses the case; it does not overwhelm it. Imagine that.
NCIS was once in that category as well, but after last night's episode, it is abundantly clear that they, too, have fallen into the Cunny Honey Trap and are strapping on the skis for the shark jump.
In all likelihood, CSI:NY will make it a fourth season, but I don't see a fifth, and that makes me glad when it shouldn't.