| CSI:NY 605: 'Battle Scars'--SPOILERS |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|12:09 pm] |
Dear CBS,
I realize you're trying to be down with the kidz, yo, but did we really need an hour five minutes of nothing but l33t breakdancing(screw you, you trendy young whippersnappers, it's breakdancing, dammit)? That segment was so boring that I nearly changed the channel to escape the tedium of watching the same three moves performed ad infinitum. I know you're desperate to grab the coveted 18-34 demographic, but alienating the rest of your viewers in the feeble and futile hope of attracting the kiddies with your super-kewlies trend of the episode strikes me as a dim business model, indeed. I might not be an IPod-wearing, text-crazy tween/teen, but my old ass buys the DVDs with my moldering geezer coin, a trend that might end if the episodes continue to suck so mightily.
La Guera
The case wasn't bad, but it wasn't interesting, either. I called Nick as the killer as soon as I saw him. Maybe it was all the furtive eye-darting he was doing during Stella's interrogation, or maybe it was because the case bore a strong resemblance to the one where the killer posed as a victim's concerned boyfriend(NWILL?). Either way, the suspense died with the appearance of Nick Emmerson, and the final twist was worthy of an eyeroll with a triple salchow. If Jesse really did set up a robbery in order to regain his manhood in Brooke's eyes, then he was a selfish idiot who didn't give much thought to how a second trauma might affect his girlfriend. If I was the victim of a violent robbery while still coping with a sexual assault on the street by a skeevy mugger, I'd be vacationing in the rubber-room Hilton.
I will give the writers credit for having Stella be the one to walk Brooke through the hotel room. As a victim who had her own struggle with piecing together the truth in "All Access", she's perfectly attuned to how Brooke might react. It was a touch of subtlety in an otherwise hammy, dull episode.
So, Danny's walking again. Big whoop. They blew the storyline the minute they chose to cram the recovery into five episodes. As much as I cringe every time Danny gets his bruised Bronx rose britches on and yowls about how the world has wronged his tortured soul, his recovery should've stretched for most of the season. One rage-inducing whingefest at the rehab center is not enough to illustrate what a soul-crushing, terrifying, emotionally-draining, and painful process rehabilitation can be. I can't get on board with a storyline that disregards the uglier aspects of injury and implies that all one needs to overcome possible paralysis is a good talking-to and a little backbone. It's insulting and a gross disservice to people who've struggled for months and years to achieve the most basic of independence. Show me Danny trying to do something for himself and falling out of his chair. Show himtrying to complete exercises and begging the therapist to let him rest. Show him arguing with the doctor about his regimen. Show him hurting. Otherwise, the achievement has no impact for the viewers. He was crippled, but with nothing but the power of his brain, he willed himself better. How fabulous. Who cares?
In the end, this story was less about Danny and more about highlighting Lindsay's superawesome selflessness, as though the writers decided to remedy Lindsay's legendary selfishness and self-absorption in one melodramatic fell swoop. "See? She's not selfish. She's standing behind Danny, broken, sad, whiny Danny. Isn't she awesome? What? Paralysis will crimp the future ficky ficky loving time drama? OK, everybody off the short bus." Bleh.
It was there, and that was it. A forgettable episode. C- |
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His recovery should've stretched for most of the season.
This.
For the love of god, this.
Rehab and therapy, no matter what for, is not that fucking simple. I wasn't expecting the show to blow me away with how they handled his injury, but really? Five episodes??
Knowing the awesomeness of the writers, I wonder if Danny won't have a relapse. Maybe they'll blame it on Flack, or perhaps since we saw no angst Flack maybe he's over his issues too.
:p :p :p
To be fair, if we compared this episode with CSI:Miami's wretched, horrible, dull, stinking episode from earlier this week with "Battle Scars", CSI NY would win an emmy.
During CSI Miami I just kept saying to my dad, "Maybe it will get better" and it didn't. The case was...blah and then that stupid montage at the end to make people behave better made me want to slit my wrists.
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