Why ‘Falling Skies: The Final Battle’ Fails to Deliver

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As you probably saw from my last post on Falling Skies (and probably assumed from my lack of posts since), I’m more than a little disappointed with the show as of late. I hate to be so negative on it. I used to be such a fan of the show. I was enthralled with its early seasons. I love Hal, Maggie, Anne, Matt — even Pope. And yet, in a season that should be pushing the limits and dramatically leading to the end of the 2nd Mass (in one way or another), it’s just falling flat. We’re getting more of the same, episode after episode, which is quite frankly odd, considering that we’ve added a new race of alien into the mix.

Take, for example, last night’s episode. Here, we have Tom desperately trying to find Hal and Pope, while the rest of the 2nd Mass is in a standoff with a random stranger who, we discover, has lost his family. This is a middle-of-the-road, one-off plotline, which should have appeared somewhere in the third season. A random attack on the side of the road by an individual, discovering the loss he’s experienced? We’re way beyond that. Introducing new characters, like the gal Pope brought on as his “nurse”? What are we? Mad Men?

If that doesn’t convince you, consider Cochise from the previous episode. Suddenly he’s dying and needs a transplant? Even his father’s death didn’t change anything for the 2nd Mass, even though he was head of their ally alien race. Ultimately, all of these B-plots aren’t advancing the story.

The season is advertised as “the final battle,” and I suppose that’s the problem. What battle? We’re still facing the same ol’ war on the same ol’ turf with the same ol’ enemies. Sure, now they can be bugs (which we know nothing about). And there’s also a third alien race in the mix, courtesy of Tom (which we also know nothing about — and don’t seem to care to look into). There’s no indication of where this season is headed, and we’re only five episodes away from a finale. Sure, True Detective might be able to fit the drama, tension, and plot in the last two episodes of their second season, but Falling Skies isn’t quite that contained. We need to know that there’s an end point. And if there isn’t — if we find out in the finale that the humans can’t win and their way of life is to fight on — we still need tension to build until we get there.

What’s worse is that our favorite characters are suffering. Hal has nothing to do except occasionally declare his love for Maggie, but they’ve barely put them in scenes together. Ben and Maggie supposedly have this sexual tension, but beyond a forced declaration of “feelings” as their spikes were glowing in the last episode, we haven’t seen it. Tom is, quite possibly, unbearable. Pope is so one-dimensional it hurts. Heck, Sarah didn’t even get a good death scene because you could see her boots in the mud (seriously, go back and watch; you can see her kneeling where her legs are supposed to be underground). Where did the quality go?

I’m going to try to stick it out to the end. If Falling Skies has done anything well, it’s their finales. But I’m really finding it hard to get excited about the show, especially considering how amped I was about it when it premiered.

I would just hate to see the 2nd Mass drag their feet the end of the series. It’s one thing to win a war for Earth, but I’d hate to see them lose their fans in the process.

*Photo by TNT

Falling Skies: Find Your Warrior

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FALLING SKIES: 5.01 “Find Your Warrior”

The final season of Falling Skies is upon us, and as much as I hate to admit it, it’s about time. Unfortunately, Falling Skies is long past its expiration date, no matter how many alien species you throw at it. For a show that used to be one of my favorite summer series, the season four finale was lacking — well, to be honest, season four was lacking. I never really got into the Lexi storyline. And while I was pleased to see her sacrificed in the season four finale, I wasn’t so pleased to see Tom’s face-to-face with a new monster.

It’s pretty hard to come back from that. Especially when you think about the fact that they have a mere ten episodes to wrap up not only that story but the entire series (and somehow, I doubt they’ll just let all the humans die). There’s a lot to do.

What’s more, Tom has lately proven to be one of the most boring characters on the show. He’s been someone quite interesting — a history professor turned army leader — to a one-dimensional guy. And the problem with a one-dimensional character is that when you try to change them, they come across too fake and too predictable. As we saw in last night’s episode, something’s different about Tom, and a whole bunch of people are starting to notice. The problem is, all we’re seeing is a few covert, concerned glances…and that’s it.

What’s worse, Tom’s “different” self is basically one that’s just guided by “rage,” an apparently muted, dull rage that doesn’t really come to the surface above a semi-passionate speech. We’re not even quite seeing it yet; we’re just told and guessing that he’s different. (Geez, even with Sam in Supernatural, it took us a while to realize something was amiss when he came back from hell. See, I can make that reference now.) In essence, he’s boring.

And there’s the problem with the episode: I was rather bored. I was bored with the battles. I was born with Tom. And I have no idea where we’re going from here.

It’s not that all hope is lost with Falling Skies. They just seem to have put themselves in a tricky spot with so little time to flesh it out. For example, if they had more episodes, perhaps we could have devoted an entire episode to Tom in his alternate dimension, seen the loving, compassionate side of him as he went back and forth with the woman he thought was his wife. Then we could see the rest of the 2nd Mass trying to adapt without Tom as their leader. Then in another episode, Tom suddenly appears, soaking wet. Where did he come from? How did he get here? And why is he suddenly so mad? This isn’t the Tom we knew. Is it really even the same Tom at all?

Now, wouldn’t that be more intriguing? The problem is, Falling Skies doesn’t have the time. And it also doesn’t have the B-stories. It has incredibly complex and compelling characters, but not enough interesting stories to tell about them. Yes, I’d prefer Hal with Maggie (though I don’t think she’ll end up with him), but it’s not sustaining my attention. And I’m sad to see Deni gone. But it’s not keeping my attention. And without an inkling of where we’re going from here, other than just the vague “war” ahead, I just don’t know what’s keeping us going.

All that said, I’ll stick with it (I’ll even try to keep writing about it). I mean, there’s only nine episodes left, right? We have to see what happens to the human race. But to make a real impact, it better step up its game.

*Photo by TNT

Why I Need to Break my Binge-Watching Habit

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In recent news, Mad Men creator spoke about the now widely talked about series finale of the show. And while, sure, I was curious to hear his thoughts on the matter, what stood out to me more were his thoughts on his next project and whether it’d be one for binge-watching. According to The Hollywood Reporter:

When asked about returning to TV in the future, Weiner said that if he were to go with Netflix, for example, “I would try to convince them to let me roll them out so at least there was just some shared experience. I love the waiting; I love the marination. When you watch an entire season of a show in a day, you will definitely dream about it, but it’s not the same as walking around the whole week, saying, ‘God, Pete really pissed me off.’ And then at the end of the week, saying, ‘When he said he had nothing, that really hurt.’ I remember people saying that. You can reconsider it. And you see it pop up in your life. … I feel like you should be able to be as specific as you possibly can, and let that sit with people. I loved having the period in between the shows, and it probably is the end of it.”

This really resonated with me, especially now that I find myself falling prey to binge-watching not one but two series right now: cult-favorite Supernatural, which just finished up its 11th season on the CW, and the new series Grace and Frankie, which was just released on Netflix. And while I’m eagerly looking to watch more, particularly when I’m away from home (especially with Supernatural), I think I’m honestly suffering from the habit. Not health-wise, but entertainment-wise.

Let’s first look at Grace and Frankie. Now, I’m enjoying the series. Sure, some episodes are better than others, but as I sat around on Saturday waiting for the gas guy to come, they were a great couple of gals to keep me company. But that’s just about all the engagement I had with the series. They were just…there.

Case and point: character names. Sure, I knew Grace and I knew Frankie. And if you reminded me, I could tell you Robert and Sol. More accurately, I could tell you the actors who played them — that’s who I recognized from episode to episode. Even now, at eight episodes in, I can’t tell you any of the childrens’ names. This is a problem. I’ve watched over half the first season, and I can’t tell you recurring character names.

More so, I didn’t quite get the poignancy of the episodes. For example, after Grace and Frankie attended a funeral for the first time without their former husbands, you’d think I’d feel a little sense of sadness. And I did. I had a little sense of sadness. It didn’t stay with me, though. Why not? Because I just flipped to the next episode and ignored any of those tinges in favor of new adventures. I’m not giving myself the time to digest and, frankly, feel for the characters.

This latter point is one that I’ve felt in Supernatural. I’m now in the middle of the third season (and given that this was many years ago, I figure spoilers are fair game here). There have certainly been some episodes that carry sentimentality and, well, feelings. And yet, I can skip all those feelings in favor of finding out what happens next. Let’s look at the episode “Heart,” in season 2. Here we have Sam finally falling for someone, only to be force to kill her. She explicitly asks him to do it. Sam is literally breaking down in tears — even stone-faced Dean let’s a tear fall out down his face. No one wants to have to do it, but it has to be done. It’s the kind of episode that stays with you for that week between episodes. Only, it stayed with me for somewhere between 30 seconds and a day (I can’t recall how fast I moved on to the next episode) before I hopped in for another ride in the Winchesters’ car.

Or, let’s consider an episode from the next season, “Mystery Spot.” This was actually a really humorous episode, but the last scene has Sam looking deeply at the hotel bed. I didn’t think much of it, until fellow Raked writer JC pointed out how that basically was his home for almost a year. Between over 100 “Groundhog Days” and the six months after Dean’s death, this is where he lived and conducted his business. A year doesn’t seem that long to me and you, but since he’s basically a nomad, that’s a significant period of time. He was leaving somewhere important.

The only problem was, I didn’t actually spend 100 days there. I didn’t even spend one hour, which was the original airtime including commercials. I spent 42 minutes and then moved on. I didn’t give it the time it deserved to really hit me with its poignancy.

The worst one? How about “What Is and What Should Never Be”? I watched, enjoyed. But then the next day I remembered a scene with Dean crying. That was one of the last minutes of the episode — Dean was crying. Dean never cries. This is important. But what was he crying about? For the life of me, I can’t remember. And when something important and emotional isn’t connecting with me (and I’m a self-proclaimed sap), something’s wrong with this picture.

So Weiner has a point. You need that time. You need that time to shape an initial impression into something else, or at the very least engage with it. To him, it means that time between Pete’s a jerk to Pete’s actually a sympathetic and complex character. To me, it means the difference between feeling and caring for characters, and just glossing by just so I can find out how it all ends.

All that said, I can’t seem to stop binge-watching. And I’m sure my long weekend coming up will be filled with nights of back-to-back Supernatural episodes (after all, I have to catch up by the fall).

If you have any advice, help me out. And for the sake of the characters we’re spending hours with, let’s take a little time to think and digest. And maybe just connect with TV again.

*Photo by Melissa Moseley/Netflix

Supernatural: Some Early Thoughts from a Newbie Binge-watcher

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I’ve grown exceptionally bored with TV lately. Ok, I know that’s hard to say since Mad Men is in its final episodes and Game of Thrones just started up last night. But The 100 finished its season (and I’m still recovering from it), and The Vampire Diaries just hasn’t been capturing my attention lately. I started watching Hart of Dixie. In fact, I binge-watched it on Netflix and caught up on The CW — and it just ended. I’ve already watched The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, and while we’re going through Bloodline, it’s taking some time. Quite frankly, while Gilmore Girls is my go-to, I really don’t want to go through it again for the third time in two years (if that).

So I needed something new. I’d heard a lot about Supernatural in a way that told me very little. In other words, this is a little engine that could with a cult following that has standout episodes and is in its tenth season — and yet I can’t tell you any plotlines except that Dean from Gilmore Girls plays Sam, and Jensen Ackles plays Dean, which makes it incredibly confusing to discuss with someone who’s only seen Gilmore. Anyway, I figured, hey, let’s check it out.

(As a side note, I just realized that Supernatural is the only series left from the WB network era. Can’t say I don’t appreciate that.)

That was Friday night at about 10 pm. Keep in mind, I have a toddler, so I can’t really stay up all night long to watch a series since I really need to function early the next morning when he wakes up. That said, I still watched four episodes that night and another two on Saturday night.

And considering that (at least right now), it’s very much in the monster-of-the-week mode — like many famed supernatural shows started out with, like Buffy, Angel, Fringe, and The X-Files — I’m still really enjoying it. Sure, I’ve seen shapeshifters on all kinds of series in all kinds of forms…literally. But they still made the episode enjoyable and interesting. What I’m most appreciating about the series is the little tidbits they share about all of the various lore they’re fighting: where the windago came from, for example, or the woman in white.

I also like that they keep it light and humorous, especially since so many of the scenes take place in the dark. Fringe, for example, was very dark with little humor until the show settled on Walter’s ideal craziness, and even Buffy left humor to Xander for many years. Here, we get a good camaraderie with the two brothers, and I almost make it a game to guess when Dean will call someone either a bitch or son of a bitch.

As for downsides? It’s taking me just a little time to get used to some of the color choices, particularly in driving, and in these early episodes, it really feels like Sam’s story — not the story of brothers. And it might become a little too predictable if in every episode Sam gets in trouble and Dean jumps in to save the day at the last minute. But I’m only six episodes in; I’m sure a lot of that will get worked out. And sure, I am certain that there’s something magical, mystical, or at the very least mysterious about Sam that caused that dark figure to loom over his crib and kill the only women in his life. It’s about Sam, not the demon, and that might be a wee bit predictable.

But for now, I’m just enjoying the ride and looking forward to binging on more.

The 100: Blood Must Have Blood, Part 2

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THE 100: 2.16 “Blood Must Have Blood, Part 2″

I have been thinking nonstop about last night’s finale of The 100. I had no idea where this episode would take us, where they’d draw the line. And for a show that’s been said to have never held back, last night was definitely a harsh example of that.

I’m constantly impressed with this show. Just looking at how much these characters have developed since the beginning — hell, since the beginning of season two — shows how much depth and complexity the show has. It doesn’t sugar-coat things. It doesn’t hide real life-and-death choices behind sappy melodrama. It’s tough, it’s brutal. I could go on for quite some time about how this show has exceeded expectations, how it’s so well-written, and how it’s become the show I’ve really been amped about watching week to week. All of that’s true, but I should probably focus on what actually happened in this finale.

I was crying for about 15 minutes during this finale. I’m a natural sap, so that shouldn’t surprise you. But I wasn’t crying over losing someone we’ve loved as a character for a while (ok, yes, perhaps some sentimentality over Maya did slip in there). And I wasn’t crying for some character I knew less well but was forced to have a reaction to because of the crescendoing music to give me sad feelings. I was crying because I was watching a tough, impossible situation. I was screaming at the TV through fat tears because I knew that what was about to happen was wrong, and I didn’t want to see it happen. I was crying because I saw Clarke do something that could never be changed, had so many shades of gray behind it, and ultimately, was something no one would be able to accept again.

I saw Clarke feel the weight of her people on her shoulders, the minute she put her hand on that lever. She felt the weight of family and friendships. And she knew she had to do it even though she knew what it meant she was doing. I saw Bellamy flash back to his days on the Ark, where his one responsibility was to watch out for his sister, no matter the cost. The characters we knew and love were changing before our very eyes, doing something they may never recover from.

But it wasn’t just the 100 I was thinking about. I was thinking about those kids we saw filing into a classroom a few episodes ago, and the kid playing with a soccer ball on Level 5. All the people dining, enjoying themselves, smiling, living life. They were all going to suffer because of this war and these actions.

The writers behind the show could’ve made all of Mount Weather’s people into greedy monsters. But they weren’t. And in the end, innocent people became casualties of war.

It was ugly, and it hurt. And here I am, more than 12 hours later, still thinking about it. Analyzing it. That’s the sign of an effective episode. Kudos.

I didn’t think they’d go there. Sure, I suspected Dante would die in some way, maybe Cage, maybe even Clarke’s mother. Jasper or Maya, for sure (by the way, I think it was IGN who commented that it was brilliant to kill off Maya in this way, illustrating explicitly how Clarke and Bellamy’s actions would hurt the ones who helped them). But the lines that were crossed. Just wow. They didn’t hold back.

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My Favorite Parks and Rec Moments

Parks and Recreation is ending tonight after seven seasons. It’s one of my favorite series. It’s a go-to series to put on when there’s nothing else to watch, and if you ask JC, you’ll find out that I’ve actually memorized lines from some episodes.

I wish I could say this was one of these series that I watched from the start and immediately fell in love with. It wasn’t. I remember watching the first season and being so disappointed. I didn’t love Leslie; I found her annoying. I hated Tom. Andy was just awful — why would Ann possibly date him? They were a couple that lacked any chemistry whatsoever. And Ron Swanson? Well, he made no impression at all.

I stopped watching for the second season, insisting all those reviewers that said it got better weren’t in their right mind. But in a sweet turn of fate, I started watching Party Down that year. I grew attached to Adam Scott. And in my sadness in discovering I had two short seasons of that show and nothing else, I discovered Mr. Scott was turning to an NBC favorite. He was joining Parks and Rec.

I started watching season three and never looked back. No, that’s not true. I looked back just this past weekend, when we officially started the series from the beginning (my habit was to start at the last two episodes of season two, Adam Scott and Rob Lowe’s first appearances) to see how bad those episodes really were. I now admit: I was wrong. They weren’t terrible. They weren’t the Parks and Rec I now know and love, but knowing what the show would become, they were suddenly better. And season two was even better than the first. And the show just kept improving since then (well, except for any episode centered on Councilman Jam; I’m still not a fan of those).

Now tonight we’ll say good-bye to Pawnee, Indiana, and the group of misfits that came with it. But before we sign off, let’s look at some of my own favorite memories.

Snake Juice: I should save this for last, but come on, it’s just too awesome. So let’s start with one of the funniest moments on the show, particularly Ron Swanson’s dancing.

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The 100: Coup de Grâce

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THE 100: 2.11 “Coup de Grâce”

You may be the chancellor, but I’m in charge.

It’s a tension that has been building silently for a while now. And honestly, as I mentioned on Twitter, I kinda forgot that Abby was chancellor at all. Over the last few episodes, she’s been being more of a mom than a leader, following around her daughter while she called the shots. Others had noticed. Even Kane mentioned that they were following a “child.” Somehow, Abby didn’t see it.

Or at least she didn’t process it. Or maybe she didn’t process her role in Camp Jaha’s government. She hasn’t been in charge; no one has really expected to take order from her. Until this episode.

And by the way, Clarke is a badass.

Ok, let’s backtrack because a lot of things happened in this episode. Bellamy successfully got into Mt. Weather, though it certainly wasn’t pleasant when he got there. The process these people — these prisoners — go through just to be clean enough to be bled… it’s ugly. Fortunately, Bellamy seems to have gotten through it a little less painfully than some of the others he was with, though I personally would never want to experience whatever huge metal thing went into his mouth. [Shiver.]

We’re lucky that Bellamy just happened to come across Maya so early. If not, I have no idea how this plan would have gone. Yes, it seemed a little convenient, but come one. The plot must go on. I did feel absolutely horrible that Bellamy killed Lovejoy, though (ironic, considering his name). It was a grotesque scene, and the look on Maya’s face clearly showed that she was digesting exactly what she was getting into by allying with Bellamy and the other 47.  But it killed me to see Lovejoy’s son. I knew that we’d discover who his father was, even before we saw the name on the backpack. I was just hoping it wasn’t the case.

Meanwhile, we had the coup against the President. Of course, we want all of the 47 to pack their bags (what bags?) and go home. But it’s all too easy. So it didn’t surprise me that his son turned his back on him and took over. Though it was heartbreaking to see the former President sitting alone in the end in quarantine. After all, it’s his dream to get to the ground, too. He just wanted to do it in a moral way.

So now we have the 47 trapped, waiting for their doom, while Bellamy and Maya figure out what to do next. I wish we had gotten more of a reaction from Jasper, though, when he recognized Bellamy. Man, that’s a reunion I can’t wait to see.

Now let’s get back to our heroine. Clarke discovered that she was the target for an assassination attempt. Abby seemed to be unable to wrap her mind about this, but Clarke was unfazed: Just another day on the ground.

It’s actually interesting. Clarke tried to stay in the background for this particular scenario. Which is probably why it didn’t work all that well. Of course, he wouldn’t answer questions. Even he didn’t see Abby as the real threat. It was always about Clarke.

And eventually, Clarke realized it. She was the one in charge and the only one that could keep the alliance. (And we got that badass march through the Arc for it.) The faceoff with her mother was just fantastic. If that didn’t get you excited for where this was headed, I don’t know what would. Clarke found her power again — and she took hold of it with both hands.

What this will mean for Abby, I don’t know. On the one hand, they still see Clarke as just a child. But then again, Clarke has logged more field time on the ground than all of the people from the Arc. And that will clearly give her an edge.

And yet, there’s something about all this badass-ery that makes me nervous. Nothing goes well on the ground. So what bad situation is waiting for our new leader?

*Photo by Cate Cameron/The CW