I believe I’ve written here before about how I think we live in an unprecedented time for procedurals and longer-form television mysteries. Because the forms are so well developed, viewers know the conventions of the form, and shows can take shortcuts and experiment with subverting the form. This formal familiarity makes sub-genres like the banter procedural and the character-driven procedural possible: because we already know what to expect from the procedure, the show can skip the track-laying and use that extra time to do other things.
Today’s group of procedurals and mysteries
(not the whole crop for the season; there are too many!) take very different approaches
to this invitation to do “something new” within their respective forms. Legends takes two very well-developed forms (undercover
law enforcement procedural and spy/conspiracy drama) and marries them with each
other, creating a result that feels newer than its familiar formal origins
would predict. Stalker sets up its male
lead as a perpetrator of exactly the sort of crime he’s meant to combat—and as
my review below demonstrates, I’m really conflicted about whether it works or
not. Gracepoint doesn’t do anything new at all—it’s
a carbon copy of its UK source material—but its source, Broadchurch, freshens
the long-form mystery form (Prime Suspect, The Killing) by adding a sense of
personal connection between one of the investigators and the small town where
it takes place, and making its male lead a sort of mystery in himself. And NCIS: New Orleans doesn’t even try. The NCIS formula runs on rails; it just puts a
new train on those tracks.
NCIS: New Orleans (CBS, new. Law enforcement procedural.)
Watched: pilot
Premise: A forensic team in New
Orleans investigates Navy-related crime.
Promise: This is a cookie-cutter procedural, with some
Cajun spice tossed around, by which I mean the lead investigator (Scott Bakula)
plays jazz and cooks regional food. It
has the regular CBS-procedural mix of forensic crime solving and interpersonal
banter, and as per formula, the characters are archetypes with quirks that
collectively make the procedural team tick.
The show relies heavily on the idea that a team of this sort should bond
together and becomes a family, and I often enjoy watching that sort of
family-like professional dynamic. ZoeMcLellan as “the new girl” and CCH Pounder as “the experienced medical
examiner” bring lively personalities to the table. We feel like we already know everyone from
the first few moments, because we do—they’re exactly the people who populate
this sort of show.
I found it somewhat odd that a
predominantly white team is working in this predominantly African-American
city, although the demographic imbalance wasn’t as troubling as the pilot’s heavy
reliance on the tired “white person saves at-risk black kid” trope and associated
stereotypes about black youth and gangs.
It took a story that could be about the struggles of a young person
facing hard odds and turned it into a story about the white man that “saved”
him. In the end, though, my decision
not to add the show to my “continue watching” queue wasn’t about anything
particularly objectionable—in fact, there are plenty of things I would probably
enjoy about the show as its chosen-family dynamic grows—but rather, about the
feeling that if I missed some episodes, I wouldn’t miss anything I couldn’t
predict. It’s as if the show already knows it’s just painting by numbers.
Verdict: A totally serviceable forensic procedural
that I won’t watch much of.
Legends (TNT, summer 2014. Conspiracy/suspense drama.)
Watched: whole first season
Premise: An FBI undercover specialist struggles to
find himself amid his sea of personal histories.
Promise: Based on advertising for the show, I had
assumed it was a procedural about an undercover cop. I was wrong:
although there are elements of that, it’s much more of a spy show than a
law enforcement show, and it focuses far more on a deeper conspiracy than on
particular crimes. In essence, the main
character (played by Sean Bean) is the
mystery; the core questions of the series revolve around uncovering his own
personal history, which even he does not know.
There wasn’t anything terribly
original about the undercover work or the conspiracy, but there was something
about the combination of the two that felt compelling, and I found myself swept
along into it, wanting to know the secrets just as our hero did. It reminded me of stories about spy types
trying to find their place in the world and identify the right targets for
their righteous vengeance, like Hunted
or LaFemme Nikita, but with a male lead.
(And I will say, there’s something oddly refreshing about a show where a
man is initially stripped of identity
and personhood, for a change. Don’t get
me wrong: I enjoy shows about powerful
women reclaiming their selfhood, but each of them starts, by necessity, with a
woman who’s been hollowed out. This one
isn’t the first to begin with a hollow man, but it’s the first one I can recall
in a while.)
Bean’s character is one of these
gritty justice-at-any-cost types, which often bothers me with law enforcement
shows, but this had enough of a spy fantasy mood that it just washed over me. I
could express my annoyance at the “undercover handler has to go undercover
herself as a stripper” trope, or the use of female sexuality as a lever of
persuasion throughout the plot, but I would be remiss if I didn’t also mention
the totally competent and likeable female hacker (played by Tina Majorino,
hooray) and a couple of other very capable women who I won’t go into detail
about for spoiler reasons. So my main
critiques have to do with the shallow treatment of the supporting cast, all of
whom get glimmers of much more interesting personal histories of their own, but
never get to shine in their own rights.
Verdict: Not exactly high art, but an enjoyable enough
conspiracy puzzle to sweep me along.
Gracepoint (Fox, new-to-U.S.
Long-form mystery.)
Watched: first four episodes
Premise: Police and the community respond when a boy
is found dead on the beach in a small town.
Promise: It’s a bit hard for me to review this,
because it’s almost a shot for shot remake of the BBC’s Broadchurch, which I
found to be amazing: a taut, twisty, emotionally wrenching tour de force. This is exactly the same, yet not quite the same
(even down to David Tennant playing the male lead in both, but with an American
accent this time), which puts it in an uncanny valley of sorts. I have no idea whether it’ll end in the same
way as the British version. If it does,
it’ll be disappointingly repetitious for those of us who have seen it before. If it doesn’t, it’ll be an interesting
storytelling experiment in how the same setup can lead to a different
outcome. Overall, I can repeat my
original review of Broadchurch: “it has much
in common with The Killing: it’s a long-form mystery that more broadly explores
the interrelated stories of the people influenced by it – the police
detectives, the victim’s family, journalists covering the crime, and the other
residents of the small town where it takes place . . . Few characters are
either wholly likeable or wholly not; the result is that they are all
interesting, or at least potentially so, but also sometimes we’re angry with
them and sometimes we root for them, the way we would for real people.”
As for the adaptation, I am
pleasantly surprised that some of the emotional beats still hit me in the pilot
even though I knew they were coming. But
so far the actors (especially the female lead) seem to have aimed for somewhat
more sympathetic performances, which means that the story will have to rely
more on sensational aspects and less on the seething undercurrent that made us
feel slightly uncomfortable at all times in Broadchurch. We’ll see whether that makes a big difference
in how the show unfolds.
Verdict: Worth trying if you didn’t watch Broadchurch,
and maybe even if you did. Meanwhile, if
you didn’t watch Broadchurch, consider Netflixing that.
Stalker (CBS, new. Law enforcement procedural.)
Watched: first three episodes
Premise: A unit of the LAPD
investigates stalking crimes.
Promise: I have very complicated
feelings about this show. Very complicated. Complicated enough that I almost made it a
whole post of its own, before considering just how many shows are in my
backlog. So please bear with me if this
ends up being a longer review than most.
The show has gotten some pretty bad reviews, and has been described as
misogynist by multiple reviewers. I don’t
disagree. The show sensationalizes
stalking and all too often embodies the voyeuristic tendencies it purports to
condemn. (Seriously, there are a lot of
shots of women disrobing. It’s
troubling.)
And I could end the review there and
walk away, and that would be a fine review.
But I also want to complicate that discussion a bit. To write the show off as misogynistic and
exploitive is to ignore some of the things it actually does very well. First, and most importantly, it explains and
demonstrates just how unsettling, disruptive, and violating stalking is for its
victims. It’s all too easy to write off
stalking as a victimless crime, and it’s not.
This show does a pretty good job of demonstrating why not—how victims’
lives can be changed, even permanently so, by the experience of being stalked. Second, it’s very good at explaining some of
the possibly-counterintuitive behaviors of stalking victims. It’s all too easy to condemn victims for not
reporting, for example, but this show demonstrates why they don’t—that reports
of stalking can seem subjective or difficult to believe; that stalking victims
can (wrongly) believe they are to blame for their stalkers’ behavior; and that
stalking victims are afraid of sounding narcissistic, to name a few. On this show, we hear stalking victims
articulate those concerns and we feel sympathy and empathy for them, which is
important. Third, it demonstrates just
how difficult stalking can be to investigate.
It’s hard to identify perpetrators whose crime is often all about
hiding. And finally, it demonstrates
powerfully how stalking is often a crime rooted in compulsion and lack of
empathy, and isn’t about flattery, or love, or any of the other positive
descriptors that get tossed around to defend stalking behaviors. By placing the camera in the eyes of the
perpetrators sometimes, it demonstrates just how different the stalker mindset
is from the norm. We don’t feel
comfortable watching, and we shouldn’t.
So the show does a good job of
exploding some of the myths about stalking. And yet.
And yet. Then it seems to endorse a stalker. The male lead (played by Dylan McDermott) is a
stalker, no two ways about it. He is an
excellent investigator. He knows he’s flawed, and professes
to be serious about self-improvement, while not perfectly embodying his goals. This makes him interesting. But for all his talk about self-improvement,
he seems not to have any self-awareness about the fact that he is a stalker,
stalking his young son in an attempt to reconcile with him. We know that things are “off” about him—we
see various demonstrations that he doesn’t seem to operate with the same sort
of empathy that people should have. So,
ok, that makes it seem like he’s a villain, with the same compulsion and lack
of empathy as the villains-of-the-week.
And while it’s odd to hide a villain in that lead role, it’s not
unprecedented. Think Dexter. Except Dexter believes he’s making the world a
better place by killing (and may even be, although that's a tougher call); this lead simply doesn’t seem to know that what he’s
doing is wrong. And there’s the
problem: it’s hard to know what the show
wants us to think. Does it want him to
succeed? Somehow I doubt it—I would be
very surprised if the show ultimately reconciled him with his son. But it does seem to want our sympathy for
this man. It implies that he can’t help
it, and (worse yet) that it may make him better at investigating stalking
crimes. It’s almost as if we’re supposed
to have compassion for the stalkers as well as their victims. And while I’m usually in favor of more
compassion, I think here it undermines many of the good things that the show
does. I’m not necessarily against moral
ambiguity—but here, it’s counterproductive unless and until the show stops
treating the lead as sympathetic.
The fact that I’ve watched a few
episodes of this demonstrates that it’s intriguing, in its way, if for no other
reason than the puzzle of figuring out what the show wants us to think about
the lead. What’s most interesting to me is
that my characterization of the show is precisely
my characterization of the lead: it
is very good at some things, and then does this offensive thing too. And perhaps that’s the crux of it. If I’m going to condemn the lead of this
show, I should condemn the whole show.
But I can’t completely overlook the sliver of good in each of them.
Verdict: I really don’t want
to see more shows like this one. But it’s
more complicated than just “trash.”
On the DVR/Unreviewed: Dominion, Tyrant, The Almighty Johnsons, Manhattan, The Knick, Z Nation, Red Band Society, The Mysteries of Laura, Madam Secretary, Gotham, Scoprion, Forever, Survivor's Remorse, The Flash, Transporter, Constantine.