Tuesday, July 17, 2012
1753 - The Big C: season three
I'm going to rant for a moment about what I think is an essential issue when it comes to the Showtime series of shows. It's a company that fosters really bold and original ideas - but doesn't know what the hell to do with them to the point where it just feels like it drags stories on to no end and for no good reason. It has a laundry list of shows like this one, Californication, Dexter, United States of Tara, Nurse Jackie, wherein these fucked up main characters do whatever is most convenient at that moment to ensure that the series continues on a few seasons more, rather than offering an honest progression. Some of those shows above do it worse than others - but sadly none of them really feel like the series are going towards anything, or have an over-all game plan.
In a world where almost everyone has been touched by the illness of cancer, I have no idea why I'm supposed to like the character of Cathy who is a bi-polar bitch. Gotta give Linney props for making her human and likeable in small doses, but you can't fix what's a problem at the core. We have no reason to care for her, and less for her family as they go on. The supporting cast has become cartoon characters with quirks. Andrea (now Ibabu) has absolutely no reason to be on the show outside of being the quirky outsider. Son Adam is now, for whatever reason, religious. Paul is a self-help guru, and brother Sean, the character whom had the most morals and dimensions, is not a running gag.
Will I come back for a fourth season? I'm sure I'll check out an episode or two, but I just don't know - in a world full of shows I've yet to see, I'm not sure this one is worth my time anymore. It's a shame since there's a lot of great talent involved. Alas.