So I'm watching this show Fringe, and a plane full of people just melted. Weird. Gross. Then it cut to a sex scene in a motel. Awesome. Now a melted guy just appeared in a black van on the tarmac - aargh, my head! Now here's the tall black dude from Lost...
I so want this to be the new X-Files.
Update: halfway through - acting is sketchy, writing is iffy, the story and the weirdness and creepiness better pick back up soon for me to watch this again next week. In other words: more Lost, less CSI please people. Oh, it's back on, shhh.
End of show update: neat twist at the end, but on the whole, not great - except for all of the unintentional humour. Yeah, the show was pretty laughable in parts, specifically the speed at which the hottie FBI protagonist was able to (1) go into a ketamine and LSD trance to speak telepathically with her comatose partner/lover with translucent skin (don't ask), (2) come down from said drugs, (3) ID the guy from the plane based on said comatose dude's description, (4) locate the guy, (5) find a tape recording buried on his property (hmm, think I'll dig... here - hey lookathat!), and... you get the picture. All of the above seemed to happen within a few hours, maybe a day. Lol.
While the baddie with the metal arm was cool, I don't think I'll give Fringe another chance. Pity - I had high hopes for this guy.
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