The Heroes I Have Lost

So, it seems like I've kind of fallen down on the job of talking about Heroes and Lost. Both have been good-ish, but to be honest, I'm not feeling them lately. It's not them, it's me. I swear. But more than not enjoying them ('cause I kinda am), it's that I just don't want to write about them. And I think I've figured out why: secrets.

It's just hard to have something to say about a show that's entire premise is built upon keeping secrets and revealing itself slowly. I enjoy Heroes--I look forward to it and am excited to learn more of the mystery each week. The same used to be true for Lost, but it's been losing me this season. But I don't want to get too deep into my analysis of them, because I feel like the knowledge I have to ground myself in is so limited. I might find out next week that the cheerleader is an alien or that the island is made of marzipan, and that makes me hesitant to make strong pronouncements this week.

So, like I said, it's me, not them. I don't blame them for being unpredictable or surprising. It's just that I want to enjoy these shows and not analyze them. Huh. Maybe I'll check out Ugly Betty instead.

I Know What You Did This Season (and it sucked)

In an episode earlier this season, Jordan told Danny that she approached her new job at NBS as if she only had a year to live: the risks and rewards would be mitigated, and she could focus on doing the best possible job programming the network. This may be, in fact, how Aaron Sorkin chose to approach Studio 60. Man, was that a bad idea.

Now, I wouldn't say Studio 60 has jumped the shark, exactly. That would imply that there was a drastic break when the show began to run downhill, as opposed to the reality of Studio 60's trajectory: a slow, steady trickle through the cracks at the bottom of the barrel. (Like how I used every cliche in my arsenal there? Seem familiar, Studio 60 fans?)

Alas! Alack! I don't need to repeat the soul-crushing disappointment that I mentioned in the previous post, but let us say only that last night's episode widened those cracks considerably. Only a week after I gave up on this show, it seems the show gave up on itself. One need only read the Television Without Pity recaplet to get the sense that Sorkin and company know the jig is up:

So...romantic comedy? Psychological ghost story? Lost episode of I Love The '90s? Exactly what kind of show is this going to be when it gets cancelled in two weeks?

I swear I'm dying on the inside.