Human Target

Season 2 Episode 1

Ilsa Pucci

Aired Wednesday 8:00 PM Nov 17, 2010 on FOX

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  • Bit of a mixed bag but, hey, acceptable.

    So, Human Target is back. And it is still really, really, REALLY stupid. In a good way. Mostly.

    Basically, this show is clearly on redefinition mode. Somebody with a marketing degree and a blank check from whoever greenlit a second season went in with a monkey wrench and duct tape and kicked up a storm. In his or her defense, though, mostly the changes are for the better. Ames, the new hot, spunky young girl is formulaic as they come but does a decent job of broadening the demo. The redesign of the dingy office by a wealthy benefactor is less bohemian (God forbid we like a hippie superhero, he's "new age"), but the concept of a private fund working for truth and justice is delightfully Reagan era camp, which fits the show. The cliffhanger is shoved aside as the afterthought it is, but not before we get the first of two graphically mangled hands in th episode. Because edgy is fashionable and, really, housewifes are all over gore these days (NCIS can give you gutted, rotten corpses, as long as they burn out the nipples on ladies and use a strategically placed groin towel). And what needs to be kept as it is because it tested well, namely Chi McBride, Jackie Earle Haley and Mark Valley, remains the same.

    But it is still Human Target precisely because of the terribly overmarketed paint-by-numbers stuff. It's so formulaic it works, and it seems designed for the sole purpose of selling action figures (only who in their right mind would buy a poseable Mark Valley?). That's why it's endearing.

    So, given all that, the only real misstep here stands out much more: Where the hell is the overblown, derivative, extremely hummable and catchy opening title? What is this synthy aberration? Did somebody think this show was to be, dare I say it, cool? It's not cool. It's nerdy and cheesy and nostalgic. And you want a mid-sized orchestra cheekily ripping off John Williams. But if you're going to go down this route, you are at least obligated to give us something we'll be shamefully humming in the shower. It needs to be Knight Rider-worthy. Which this is not. Fix it.

    Otherwise, if you're in the market for a guilty pleasure, it's this or Hawaii Five-0. Bring it on.