Red Right Hand: TUESDAY NIGHT
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

TUESDAY NIGHT

It's official. A new cliche has entered into television. It took a little while, but as far as I'm concerned...it has arrived. Music Supervisors take heed. No longer shall the Jeff Buckley version of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" be permitted to accompany a poigniant scene.

The first occurence, to my memory, was in the West Wing episode "Posse Comitatus" after Simon Donovan was killed. Sorkin actually wrote that one in himself. Later, it was in "The Model Home," a first season episode of The O.C. It has since appeared in Joan of Arcadia, LAX and The L Word. Last night, it appeared in the excellent season premiere of House.

Hey, I get why it's used. It works beautifully, but really, time to retire this one.




Now, that first episode of Bones was pretty good. I'm not the biggest procedural fan in the world, but I'm turning around on them after having watched the CSIs on and off. I now watch House regularly and I think I'll be adding Bones to the line-up.

Boreanaz acquits himself nicely. He's not miles away from Angel, but he's different enough that I immediately bought him as a gruff FBI guy who doesn't brood excessively. Emily Deschanel is engaging and the chemistry between the two is natural enough that when it was forced, it seemed unecessary and irritating in a whole different way than when two characters are just shoved together. The sets were astounding and the tech was ridiculously advanced, but I just don't care. It makes for good TV. Pretty lights.

Hart Hanson was doing a thing with the dialogue, specifically the frequent use of the phrase "I don't even know what that means." I hope it continues after this episode as a bit of a running gag. A game to see how it can be used from episode to episode. It also breeds a unique familiarity between the viewer and the characters. I'm watching the numbers on this one. I'm already thinking of spec plots on this one. I'll pencil it in.

Gilmore Girls was good...as usual. Supernatural looks like ghostie-of-the-week, but I'll keep an eye on it.

Rescue Me was, by far, the stand-out of the night. The season finale takes a jagged brick to your face, makes you look at the mangled bloody mess you've become until you start laughing at yourself, then bricks you again. There better be some top to bottom Emmy love on this one. Writing, direcion, acting.
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