While I do like some of the shows on the USA Network, the last week has gotten me pretty close to heaving a brick through my set.
First, Covert Affairs. The episode dealt with how one of the characters lost his sight in Iraq. He was the leader of a Special Forces team that went from Baghdad to Tikrit to capture or kill one of the guys on the deck of cards. So they set out. Four or five guys. In one Humvee. In 2007.
Horseshit.
Second, Suits. The idea of the show is that a partner in a white-shoe law firm in Manhattan hires this very bright 20-something kid with a phenomenal memory who has studied law but is not a lawyer. So the kid, with the help of the partner, impersonates being a Harvard law grad and practices law.
Bullshit. You don't get hired into those kinds of firms without a transcript. While it might be possible to go to the school and fly under the radar (class size is over 500), the whole practicing law without a license bit isn't plausible. New York has an online directory of attorneys, so if there was an question of whether or not the kid was legit, it'd take thirty seconds to find out. And once that came out, his boss would be hauled in front of the disciplinary board so fast that his brain would liquefy.
Finally, Burn Notice. I like the show, but the attempt now to "re-burn" the protagonist is getting old. If somebody doesn't like him that much, why don't they just shoot the fucker? I fear that the show is jumping the shark.
Switching networks, AMC's show The Killing ended its first season last month and, rather than end the season with a solution of the murder (which they do in the Danish original), they went with a cliff-hanger until the next season in a year. Which pretty much guarantees that most of the people who could put up with the idea of one homicide case spanning thirteen episodes, won't bother to return. Including me.
SyFy's new show, Alphas, sucked so bad that I didn't make it to the second commercial break.
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We watch Covert Affairs, it's entertaining. The realism in the Iraq episode was, how shall I say this? Adequate? I mean it's TV, I am willing to left them slide on that. Besides, George Clooney and his merry band went after a pile of gold in nothing more than a plumber's truck. It didn't even have a 50.
What bugs me is I haven't figured out whether it is possible for a bomb to blind someone without causing any visible damage.
Two microfragments from the bomb took out his optic nerves, I guess.
(Yeah, it bugs me, as well.)
TBI does funky things to the human body.
You don't need to be actually struck by fragments and shrapnel. The blast, heat, and over-pressure effects are leaving folks severely wounded without a mark on them.
I have heard some horror stories about the invisible damage done by bombs, but this business with Augie really needs a better explanation.
If you think the tv is bad, try this summer's movies. Just more stupidity and at a higher (lower?) level...
All The Best,
Frank W. James
Burn Notice is watchable. Barely. The story line is weak, weak, weak. The ability to obtain some pretty heavy duty weapons and explosives on a regular basis?
This is Miami Vice meets Mac Giver meets 24 meets Alias meets a manure truck. And the truck is the last stop.
But it's TV. It's not supposed to be real. We're just not supposed to say it's fake.
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