Bochco-style soap-operatic TV structures may make viewers smart, but they overwhelmingly seem to make writers stupid and lazy, and scripts padded (Oh no! A panther is attacking Jack's daughter!) and incestuous. Eighteen-leven plot lines later, you wind up feeling as bloated yet unsated by the season as after an afternoon of mediocre dim sum.
Bitch all you want about Starsky and Hutch, but their writers had to craft something that at least sounded interesting and resembled an actual story to fill 45 minutes; compare any episode from the second season of the increasingly aptly-named Deadwood.
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Date: 2005-04-26 08:06 pm (UTC)Bitch all you want about Starsky and Hutch, but their writers had to craft something that at least sounded interesting and resembled an actual story to fill 45 minutes; compare any episode from the second season of the increasingly aptly-named Deadwood.