BREAKING: New Fall TV Season Stinks A Little (Like Feet)

BREAKING: New Fall TV Season Stinks A Little (Like Feet)

Oct 26

I may have mentioned here already my frustration in trying to find a new show that I can cuddle up against, the same way I cuddle with Lost and 24 and the horde of reality fare that I consume on a weekly basis.

I tried Pushing Daisies, and it was WAY too twee for me. Lotsa people probably say the same about Joss Whedon, who I love, but I guess that ship has sailed in my brain, because the too-cute dialogue and the whole unrequited love vibe (they literally cannot touch each other! OH, ANGST) did nothing for me. In fact, it repelled me, and I loves me some Chi McBride, so it had to have hit the wrong buttons to push me away.

Chuck, Journeymen, Heroes season 2–all shows I had a mild interest in, but reviews and/or timing has kept me away. Torchwood rotted on my DVR for weeks until I finally deleted it. Cane? Uh, no thanks.

Reaper, however, finally made it to our watch list, after the end of the latest episode of Beauty and the Geek left us with nothing to watch on Tuesday night.

More than anything else, Reaper reminds me of a lazy version of early Buffy–you can tell the writers are trying for something, but they’re not trying hard enough yet. The stuff with the Devil is genius; the plots are goofy scary enough to mildly entertain; there’s occasional laughs from the supporting cast, especially the Jack Black wannabe who plays Sock.

But the parts where the show is just about this kid who works at a Home Depot-esque big box store and pines for a fellow cashier–man, those parts need some work. Dull, dull, dull.

It does have that girl I thought should play Wonder Woman in it, so maybe this will help her bid to portray the Amazonian on screen. It also leaves me with some intriguing questions, like why did his parents sell his soul to the devil, and why isn’t he more angry with them, and so on.

Having said all that, I’m gonna sit myself on the Reaper bandwagon and ride until the train runs off the rails. I have to watch SOMETHING on television, after all–God forbid we turn the precious box off!