Archive for August, 2011
Yes – I like Torchwood. No, I am nowhere NEAR where Captain Jack Harkness comes into play in the Doctor Who Universe since I’ve started watching the series that aired in the seventies and eighties. (Click here to see what I mean.) Thus, my viewpoint if the Torchwood television show is finite to JUST Torchwood. As a litmus test of my level of interest for random readers: I LOVED Children of Earth. It was both disturbing and thought provoking which (in my opinion) makes for solid science fiction. With all that in mind, here are the two things wrong with Torchwood: Miracle Day.
1. IT’S TOO LONG.
A normal season (“series” for you hardcore Brit folk) runs 13 episodes. Children of Earth was a finite story told over 5 episodes and is considered the third season (series.) Miracle Day is the alleged fourth season.
In the normal seasons (one and two) you had a story arc, but you also had stand alone episodes for developing characters and telling individual tales. For thirteen hours of television, this makes great sense. This is why people fell in love with the show and it’s characters.
Torchwood (to me) always felt like a clever British mix of Angel and The X-Files. ”Filler” episodes add flavor and give chances for characters to do more outside the main story. They also give the viewer an opportunity to gain insight and emotional attachments to people in the story. There’s a reason fans were so upset when (SPOILER) Ianto died. People were emotionally invested in the show via the characters.
I feel that Torchwood: Miracle Day could have been told in five episodes – just like Children of Earth. Ten episodes is just too damn long for a single story line the Torchwood Universe.
2. JACK IS TOO GAY.
Hear me out on this. In the series, Jack Harkness is allegedly “omnisexual.” He hooks up with men. He hooks up with women. He hooks up with the random ambiguously gendered alien form. He is, for all intent and purpose, a man whore. He lives life to that extreme because he has been alive (and will be) for so long. Sex makes him feel like part of the living and he enjoys that aspect of his existence.
I think the team at Torchwood were so excited at bringing a character to the States so openly interested in men that they have inadvertently turned Jack into a walking/talking gay man stereotype. Jack is more than that. For the sake of shock value, the writers have taken a deep character with a unique viewpoint of relationships on Earth and turned him into a two dimensional stereotype.
Torchwood’s development team has a chance to introduce their clever world to a broader American audience thanks to Starz, but it looks like they’re just killing a great concept in the process. I’m only eight episodes in, but Torchwood: Miracle Day already feels “Category 1″ to me.
[NOTE: Anyone else notice the inordinate number of "ins" in the title? Drive-IN IN INdianapolis, INdiana. No? Well, I was amused, kay?]
I work out regularly at a gym, but it still doesn’t seem to battle these Man v. Food pounds that I gain! So far I’ve been to:
- Big Pie in the Sky Pizzeria in Kennesaw, Georgia
- La Moon in Miami, Florida
- Joe’s Stone Crab in Miami, Florida
- The Old Salty Dog in Sarasota, Florida
- Hot N Juicy Crawfish in Las Vegas, Nevada
- The NASCAR Cafe in Las Vegas, Nevada
- Shula’s Steak House in Miami, Florida
- Gladys Knight And Ron Winans’ Chicken And Waffles in Atlanta, Georgia
- The Jack-N-Grill in Denver, Colorado
- The Buckhorn Exhange in Denver, Colorado
- The Vortex in Atlanta, Georgia
A couple of weeks ago, I took flew up north for Gen Con in Indianapolis, Indiana. While there, I made the effort to visit a couple of MvF spots. The first place on the list:
This place had the look, feel and vibe of a true fifties drive-in diner. If you parked, waitresses walked out to your car to take your order and delivered it on a tray hooked to you car’s open window. Since we showed up in a cab, though, we passed on that part of the experience. We went inside and ordered the specialty: a jumbo tenderloin sandwich.
The root beer is made in house by the diner and those onion rights were nothing short of epic. My friends Lyn and Tracy were with me on this outing and we were in pure fried food heaven. The root beer, though, truly was the standout of the meal. It went down smooth and had just the right about of carbonation. It was perfectly sweet without being too tart.
I finished the meal and began a trip that would gain me five extra pounds that (as of this writing) I am still trying to get rid of.
IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH.
Tastes like a cremesicle. I like cremesicles. Like… not love.
7 out of 10.
The owner turned me on to the fact that if you get it without any sweetener it still tastes great.
I put it at a 9 out of 10.
Last Monday I wrote a post about the spoils from my travels over the past few years: my Starbucks mug collection. Today, though, is the collection in our house over ten years in the making… Shannon’s Hard Rock Cafe Teddy Bear collection.