In the pilot episode, we had the assassination of a child-molesting drug dealer and the disposal of his body in a swamp intercut with scenes of an enthusiastically nekkid Julian McMahon snorting cocaine off Kelly Carlson's ass while taking her from behind set to the Rolling Stones singing "Fade to Black."
Now we have pointless poppy electronica, a significantly more subdued Christian with stage-two breast cancer and Sean having wheelchair sex.
And it would've only been moderately more interesting if they'd been having it with each other.
See, I feel I can say this because I have been a strong advocate for this show from the very beginning. During its slow periods -- and there have been slow periods -- I've always been a loud and forceful voice within the ever-smaller "wait and see -- I'm sure this is going somewhere" contingent.
But the sad fact is that the most interesting side stories Murph has ever come up with -- Ava, Kit, Quentin and Erica -- are in a evermore distant past. They killed off Escobar and ... hell, even Mrs. Grubman had her moments.
I don't care about Olivia. I was done with Eden the moment she appeared on screen. Colleen never made any kind of sense. I'm entirely over Julia. I don't know how Matt can still be alive. And I know the cameras are not on Sean every step of the way, but how did we go this entire episode with no mention of Conor ...
... except ...
... wait for it ...
Yes ... yes ... there it is ...
... we have ...
Bobby Ewing in the shower!
Turns out that Conor McNamara 2026 was just a crazy acid trip Sean was having. :roll:
And in a show that has been consistently over the top since its pilot episode, we have the original, the authentic, accept-no-substitutes Arthur Fonzarelli leather-jacket clad shark jumpage. The sizzling sound you hear is the fork Murph just jammed in a toaster and then slammed into a microwave and turned a camera on it.
This show is going to run through 2011? No! No! It was good once! Seriously, stop drinking, get off the drugs and think really, really hard. Come up with one good final story arc, plot it out and land this thing before it just gets canceled for being ugly, dumb and pointless. Hell, the most interesting surgical procedure in this episode was conducted by Colleen. And the view shift to her for that sequence wasn't any more useful, because we were forced to notice that following her procedure, Sean should've had a collapsed lung and, based on the scars -- especially that vertical one within an inch of his spine -- catastrophic nerve damage disabling his left arm. He had no injuries to his lower extremities so his physical therapy, supporting himself by his arms while working his legs, that was nonsense -- never mind his operation of a wheelchair to begin with.
But fine, no surgeries for him (all the better since he should entirely lack fine motor skills). He's taking a break to teach, and here we find ourselves with the plastic surgery equivalent of "Grey's Anatomy" -- a show that has also been played out for more than a year.
See, I'm hoping the young surgeon they introduced is given a chance to improve his screen presence. But the sad reality of this show is he's just going to find himself in bed with Julia or Eden or Olivia or Annie or Matt and then discarded as so many dozens of other plot points our resident ADD impresario Murph has tired of and abandoned as storyline roadkill.
Bright point: I do like the deepening relationship between Christian and Liz. There's been something familial there since before he donated his sperm for their stillborn child, and the bond has only gotten deeper. But even that looks like it's about to head in a really wrong direction. In fact, from the previews, it seems like all pretense of coherent thought will shortly be sailing right out the window.
And when it crashes to the ground, it can be found next to the show's medical authority, its credibility, its character development, its intellectual excitement, its musical sensibility, a half-dozen intriguing but abandoned storylines and Gina's corpse.
Stick a fork in it, Murph. This is done.