I confess. I love
movies and television. I love theater arts.
I love science fiction. When
science fiction and television intersect, I am interested. I loved Star Trek. I became addicted to the
new Battlestar Galactica. Mind you, the
lead characters had mostly seen their majority.
I even grew to like the odd Vampire Diaries, largely because
of the eye candy. That, however, is not
science fiction, but fantasy. It is teen drama, though.
Which brings me to the new show, The 100. The premise is interesting enough: Life on earth died out due to radiation and
pollution. The survivors are the
inhabitants of orbital stations. Now,
though, the stations are old and dying, with no way to repair them. The question is, has the earth recovered
enough to support human life?
How to find out? Why,
send 100 teenagers, of course! Most of
them are criminals, so small loss, right?
Naturally, in keeping with the trend of teen dramas, there must be a
female lead to root for, preferably beautiful and smart and brave. (Yes, Mary Sue.) There is an obligatory hunky love interest, a
less hunky but truly heroic second banana, and assorted bad guys and
girls. In orbit are the adults, some
attractive, all predictable and perhaps deliberately boring. All of whom should be shot for not
investigating earth’s habitability themselves instead of sending children.
There seem to be some mutated creatures who have survived on
earth and are dangerous to provide jeopardy, aside from that provided by the lawlessness
that is a group of unsupervised, mostly uncivilized teens.
There is enough here to suggest I am not going to like it,
science fiction or not. But hey, Cosmos only
takes up so much time, so I gave it a try.
Two tries. I fell asleep both times.
Now I am 65 years old and my favorite science fiction
writers are predictably Asimov and Ellison and that lot. But I loved the old Podkayne of Mars, a teen
drama I have yet to see done properly.
And yet this lot leaves me so uninterested in the future of the species
as to fall asleep mid-jeopardy. The show
seems to have some mildly talented actors and very nice production values, but seriously? What is so bloody hard about creating
characters one can care about. Yes, they
have to be a bit deeper than epithelial cells, but a little thought could
handle that.
The potential here is distressing to think about. What could have been done with some
believable characters…or even a believable reason for sending the kids down – a
final sacrifice to try to save them, for example. What about starting from the point of view of
the survivors, instead of with the orbital invaders? There is a load of conflict; it’s just
impossible for me to care about the characters…they are not engaging or mildly
interesting. I had a ministry with young people for many years…they are simply
deeper than this.
Maybe I am just too old.
And maybe television is just too dumb.
2 comments:
"Maybe I am just too old. And maybe television is just too dumb." Definitely the tvs dumbness nana
- Nino
Thanks for saving me the time! You know I listen to your show suggestions!
Cait
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