You’re a very handsome man, Jesus
Ah, pilots. The food processor episode where writers throw a whole lot of crap at you, most of which they hope you don’t remember by episode six, since they’ll have totally dropped that thread because it was stupid. Like the cat on The Brady Bunch. Which cat, you say? Exactly.
So, Person of Interest is where JJ “Alias, Felicity Lost” Abrams meets Jonathan “Nepotism” Nolan. Where Opportunities by the Pet Shop Boys meets 1984. Where The Equalizer meets Touched by an Angel. Where Jim Caviezel’s slashing cheekbones meet Michael Emerson’s missing chin. That’s a series of Venn diagrams where nothing intersects.
Caviezel is Reese. Mysterious homeless dude still wearing his Passion of the Christ wig and a bad glue-on beard who goes the full Bourne on a subway car full of Manhattan jackholes, instantly establishing he’s not only the hero of the show, but of everyone who’s ever been to New York. He gets bailed out of jail by a rich guy who kidnaps him and forces him to get a really expensive haircut and a snazzy new wardrobe. He’s like Pretty Woman only likable.
Emerson is Finch, rich guy who bailed out Reese. Since he looks like Michael Emerson he is mewling and creepy but he also built this super-mega-literally-awesome surveillance system for the NSA that’s completely wired Manhattan for audio and video, ostensibly to catch terrorists, but it also spits out a list of “irrelevant” potential victims/perpetrators identified only by Social Security number. Sometimes he has a limp, sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he has a stiff neck, sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he just blinks.
Both men speak in whispered monotones so we know this shit is real.
Rounding out the cast is Oscar-Nominated© Taraji P. Henson as a generic tough-nosed police detective who will probably have a storyline at some point but so far has spent her three scenes looking around quizzically while wearing ill-advised trousers.
Come back in a few days when we break it all down.
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Whomever wrote this HAS to be a genius of some sort. I never knew there was a cat on The Brady Bunch. I can go about my weekend knowing I am smartur because of this.
In the pilot episode, natch. She was the girls pet. But then even Tiger unceremoniously disappeared at some point in the first season, so clearly the Valley in the early 70s was not the place to be if you were a pet. (And the $20 is in the mail.)
Yes the cat Fluffy and dog Tiger are like Chuck Cunningham–one day there and then……
I watched this show because Jim Caviezel is in it…and I will watch again because I enjoyed it. It was the opposite of Tuesday’s debut of Unforgettable, (the Poppy Montgomery show.) Whereas POI was well-paced, well written and well cast, Un was slooooow, boring, and ironnically named.
I’d only ever seen Caviezel in The Thin Red Line but thought he was great in it because playing an intentionally saintly character but making him seem real can’t be easy. Witt was so idealized that he could have either come off as ridiculously naive or completely affected, but Caviezel and his tabula rasa face was perfect for Malick’s ambiguity. The viewer could project whatever he felt about the actions onto Witt, but Caviezel still made me feel vested in Witt as a separate character and more importantly made his conflicted relationship with Welch make sense.
I loved Caviezel in The Count of Monte Cristo and Frequency.
vallegirl you have a new fan. awesome wip-smart writing.