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I haven't watched much TV in a few years. Mostly dribs and drabs of sports. I've gotten to the point where I can't multitask well enough to sit in front of the TV and watch whole games. I'd rather be off doing something than soaking in entertainment. I leave the TV on (wasting energy I know). Instant replay means I can dash in and not miss much when I hear crowd noise from the next room, where the general flow of the game and the mindless babble of the announcers won't bother what I'm concentrating on.
But last night I decided to watch a new show, All Rise. I turned on the TV early and saw the tail end of Bob Hearts Abishola, about a white businessman who falls for the Nigerian nurse he meets in the hospital. It looked okay, though my brain wants to mock it as Bob Hearts Ashtabula (a town in Ohio). I keep my TV on fairly low, and honestly I had a hard time understanding the female lead's accent. I sometimes wonder if we're expected to blast the TV like they blast the sound in movie theaters, because enunciation doesn't seem to be a concern of directors at all any more.
All Rise Was also okay. Like Bob Hearts it was a minority heavy show, as if an attempt to squeeze in every minority actor possible so that other shows can stay mostly lily white. I like the leading lady, Simone Missick. The other characters didn't exactly make a big impression in the first episode. Not a particularly great representation of the law. Anybody who watched either incarnation of Dragnet would know that the superior court in L.A. is run by the county, but the show seemed to indicate it was the city. We had one judge pressuring another to save an overzealous policewoman's ass. We had gun play in a courtroom. We had a judge willing let someone close to a "sovereign citizen" take over a trial. We had the heroine judge interrupting another judge's courtroom to chastise the public defender. We had a bailiff tipping off the public defender that something was wrong with the prosecution's evidence then going with her to the scene to check it out. I had trouble understanding the woman who played the leading lady's court clerk. Something was going on with the court stenographer that I couldn't quite catch. Over all a more serious, but not entirely serious version, of the old Night Court comedy, where all the folks in the court are pals. Better than what the description sounds. Good enough to last? I don't know.
But last night I decided to watch a new show, All Rise. I turned on the TV early and saw the tail end of Bob Hearts Abishola, about a white businessman who falls for the Nigerian nurse he meets in the hospital. It looked okay, though my brain wants to mock it as Bob Hearts Ashtabula (a town in Ohio). I keep my TV on fairly low, and honestly I had a hard time understanding the female lead's accent. I sometimes wonder if we're expected to blast the TV like they blast the sound in movie theaters, because enunciation doesn't seem to be a concern of directors at all any more.
All Rise Was also okay. Like Bob Hearts it was a minority heavy show, as if an attempt to squeeze in every minority actor possible so that other shows can stay mostly lily white. I like the leading lady, Simone Missick. The other characters didn't exactly make a big impression in the first episode. Not a particularly great representation of the law. Anybody who watched either incarnation of Dragnet would know that the superior court in L.A. is run by the county, but the show seemed to indicate it was the city. We had one judge pressuring another to save an overzealous policewoman's ass. We had gun play in a courtroom. We had a judge willing let someone close to a "sovereign citizen" take over a trial. We had the heroine judge interrupting another judge's courtroom to chastise the public defender. We had a bailiff tipping off the public defender that something was wrong with the prosecution's evidence then going with her to the scene to check it out. I had trouble understanding the woman who played the leading lady's court clerk. Something was going on with the court stenographer that I couldn't quite catch. Over all a more serious, but not entirely serious version, of the old Night Court comedy, where all the folks in the court are pals. Better than what the description sounds. Good enough to last? I don't know.