Angel
He's fallen, but he can get up
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Angel
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Starring David Boreanaz, Charisma Carpenter, Glenn Quinn
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The WB, Tuesdays 9 p.m.
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Premieres Oct. 5
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Review by Patrick Lee
n last season's finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sunnydale
High School went up in flames and Buffy's vampire boyfriend Angel
(Boreanaz) decided to leave town. Now Angel is in Los Angeles, living in
a basement flat that has no view and
hanging out in bars on the off chance he'll be able to save a bimbo from
becoming the plat-du-jour for a slumming vamp.
But then he's paid a visit by Doyle (Quinn), who is half-demon and half-human
("on my mother's side"). In an Irish brogue he tells Angel that he's been
sent by "the powers that be" to help the undead hunk atone for his sins.
How? He gives Angel a lead--a name and a phone number. Angel must get involved
with that person's life to find out what's wrong. "It's not just about
saving lives; it's about saving souls, possibly your own in the process,"
Doyle says.
In the first episode, "City of," Angel finds it's not so easy to connect
with people in the big city. But he does, encountering a wayward soul
named Tina. She's got "relationship issues" with a mysterious benefactor
named Russell. Angel also bumps into an old acquaintance: Cordelia Chase, also late of
Sunnydale, now a struggling actress. "Are you still, grrr?" she asks him.
"Yeah," he replies. "There's not actually a cure for that."
Before long, Angel discovers that Russell may be responsible for the
murder of Tina's girlfriend. Tina also learns, too late, that Russell isn't
what he seems. Then Russell turns his eye toward Cordelia.
With Doyle as a reluctant wheelman, Angel turns commando to save the
day. Later, Angel has his first contact with a sinister law firm that may
figure prominently in future episodes. At the end, Cordelia and Angel
decide to link fortunes to continue fighting the good fight as a sort of
supernatural detective agency. At least until Cordy gets Hollywood's call.
"High school's over, bud."
Angel, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer creator Joss Whedon
and his partner David Greenwalt, is a bold attempt to capitalize on the
success of Whedon's hit series Buffy and to take the elaborate mythology
he developed for that show in a new
direction. Based on the rough cut of the initial episode, Whedon and
company have succeeded in distinguishing Angel from its predecessor
in a promising way.
Buffy used the allegory of high school and vampires to look at
the traumas of growing up. Angel is more like a blood-sucking Batman
story about an adult facing the evils of the big city. As Doyle tells
Angel in the first episode: "High school's over, bud. You gotta make with
the grown-up talk now."
Beyond that, Angel provides the opportunity for Angel
to evolve beyond his brooding pretty-boy image from Buffy. So far,
Boreanaz shows an unexpected gift for deadpan humor that complements his
patented scowl.
Angel shares many of Buffy's virtues: sharp writing,
snappy humor, well-staged action and unexpected twists. And, like Buffy,
Angel doesn't shortchange the emotional
journey of its characters. Cordelia, especially, shows layers that were
only suggested in the earlier show, and Carpenter's performance nicely
balances her character's ditziness with poignance. For his part, Quinn
is an amusing presence with an unspoken past that begs elaboration.
But Angel is as different from Buffy as Los Angeles is different
from Sunnydale. Visually, it's all neon-lit streets, shadowy alleys and
glass skyscrapers. The moodiness is aided by throbbing electronic music,
fluid camera work, noirish sets and jittery transitions.
The only gripe so far, at least based on the viewing of the first
episode, is that Whedon relies a little too much on broad stereotypes of
L.A. and its denizens, particularly the smarmy bad guys, who are the usual
rapacious Hollywood, corporate and lawyer types.
I liked Angel, at least the one episode that was made
available for preview. Given its primetime slot following Buffy,
it's pretty certain Angel will at least grab the eyeballs of diehard
fans. Whether others will follow depends on Whedon's ability to keep the
quality high and avoid the Millennium curse: burnout.
-- P.L.
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Harsh Realm
What kind of game is Chris Carter playing now?
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Harsh Realm
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Starring Scott Bairstow, D.B. Sweeney, Terry O'Quinn
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Fox, Fridays 9 p.m.
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Premieres Oct. 8
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Review by Kathie Huddleston
ecorated war hero Lt. Thomas Hobbes (Bairstow) is preparing to leave the
Army and marry his sweetheart, Sophie (Samantha Mathis). But as
the two discuss their plans for the future, Hobbes is pulled away
mysteriously by his commanding officer.
It seems the Army has one last mission for Hobbes. They want him to play
a virtual reality game called Harsh Realm. The Harsh Realm simulation
mirrors the real world almost exactly and was created
during the Cold War in order teach situational war
strategies.
Hobbes' mission is to play the game and defeat the high scorer, Major
Omar Santiago (O'Quinn), who has literally become the lord of the Realm. Hobbes
is instructed to watch a video that will explain the game. The video (narrated
by Gillian Anderson) explains that to make Harsh Realm
realistic, a virtual character (or VC) has been created for every person on
Earth. Suddenly the video stops and Hobbes finds himself alone.
Unsure of what's happened, Hobbes can only react when gunfire erupts and
he ends up face to face with a man named Mike
Pinnochio (Sweeney) who is pointing a gun at him. Pinnochio steals Sophie's
wedding ring from Hobbes and
takes off, with Hobbes hot on his heels. When weird things start to
happen, Hobbes begins to realize that he might already be inside the game.
Hobbes manages to hunt down Pinnochio in a bar. There he discovers that
Santiago hijacked Harsh Realm and now controls the game. The bar is
full of soldiers who have been sent to kill Santiago. They all know where
he is, but they can't get to him. Hobbes also discovers that if he dies in
the game, he dies for real, and that there's no way to get out of Harsh
Realm without killing Santiago. Now Hobbes has only one choice. He must
take out Santiago and win the game or he'll never get back home to the
woman he loves.
Harsh Matrix
Harsh Realm is a bit of a disappointment. This highly anticipated
new series from The X-Files creator Chris Carter is very loosely
based on a 1993 comic book series by James D. Hudnall and Andrew Paquette.
While the show does have plenty of potential, the pilot episode
comes off weak. The story is driven along with pounding action, and
the characters are nicely introduced. However, the virtual world just
isn't very exciting.
While there is no doubt Carter will have plenty of time to explore
Realm and make it an intriguing world, the series initially suffers
from comparisons to the hit SF movie The Matrix. That film created
a compelling virtual world in which people who were downloaded into virtual
characters could do things that stretched the bounds of the physical universe.
By comparison, Carter's Realm seems flat. The series does
introduce a couple of tricks that are pretty cool, such as one character
healing another with a touch, and glitches in the software that allow the
characters to go places they aren't supposed to go. However, that's about
it.
What Realm does well is set up good characters in an impossible
situation. And, while there isn't much humor, there is a lot of action. Carter
even throws in a good conspiracy for the heck of it. There are also some of
Carter's patented moments, most notably the final scene, which puts his own
special signature on the series.
The cast is solid: Bairstow has an appropriate deer-caught-in-the-headlights
look to him, and Sweeney provids depth as
the soldier who has seen too much and been in the game too long. O'Quinn
has the bad guy role, and he does an excellent job underplaying it.
Maybe it's unfair to be disappointed simply because a TV
show doesn't start out with a bang. However, if someone like Chris Carter can't
set the standard for great science fiction television, who can?
-- Kat
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Roswell
My so-called X-Files
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Roswell
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Starring Jason Behr, Shiri Appleby, Katherine Heigl, Brendan Fehr
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The WB, Wednesdays 9 p.m.
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Premieres Oct. 6
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Review by Patrick Lee
ept. 23. Journal entry one. I'm Liz Parker, and five days ago, I
died. After that, things got really weird.
So begins this offbeat new series set in Roswell, N.M., a town infamous
for the supposed 1947 crash of a flying saucer. Beautiful and smart Liz
(Appleby), a 16-year-old high school student, is at her part-time job
waitressing at the Crashdown Cafe, which caters to fatuous tourists in town for
the local UFO festival. An argument breaks out, and Liz gets caught in the crossfire.
She is fatally
shot. Smoldering hunk Max Evans (Behr), who has secretly been in love with
Liz, rushes over, places his hand on Liz's wound, and she is healed.
Later, Max's actions arouse the suspicions of Sheriff Valenti (William
Sadler). But in school that afternoon, Liz presses Max for the truth. She's
not quite ready for it. Max, his sister Isabel (Heigl) and their friend
Michael (Fehr) aren't what they seem.
"You're not an a alien, are you?" she stammers. "I prefer the term 'Not of this earth,'"
he says.
In "Pilot"--one of two episodes provided for review--Liz and Max
deal with the fallout from this revelation. Max tells Liz that his life is
in danger if she tells anyone. Naturally, she ends up confiding in her best
friend, the spacey Maria (Majandra Delfino), who thereafter refers to
extraterrestrials as "Czechoslovakians." Meanwhile, Sheriff Valenti is
pursuing his own agenda as he looks into Liz's baffling recovery.
For his part, Max must persuade Isabel and Michael that nothing's
changed. But they know differently. "It's time to leave Roswell," Michael
says. "We've always known this day would come."
In the second episode, "The Morning After," Liz and Max grow closer as
she learns more about Max's big secret. But paranoia is abroad in Roswell.
There's a new substitute teacher in town with a disproportionate interest
in Michael. Sheriff Valenti finds himself under the scrutiny of government
agents. And Michael fears that their secret may already have gotten out.
"We're not from around here."
Based on the Roswell High series of young adult novels by Melinda
Metz, Roswell is a welcome new addition to the fall TV lineup. Like
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its sister show on The WB, Roswell
melds genres to transcend the limitations of convention, resulting in a
show that is fresh, funny, truthful and full of surprises.
For all its SF trappings, Roswell is really a show about its
well-drawn characters, told with great wit, style, smart writing and tart
dialog. Like the best of the adolescent coming-of-age shows before it,
Roswell treats its teen protagonists without condescension, but
doesn't put thirty-something locutions in their mouths, a la Dawson's
Creek.
It's also likely the hippest new show of the fall. Its appealing cast
features alumni from Buffy and Dawson, a soundtrack with
artists like Hole and Sarah McLachlan, and a gaggle of producers whose
"cool" quotient is high: David Nutter (The X-Files), Jonathan Frakes
(Star Trek: The Next Generation) and Jason Katims (My So-Called
Life), among others.
The science fiction elements aren't given short shrift either. Viewers
gradually see Max's distinctive alien powers: the ability to change
matter, the power to listen to a CD without a player, and an as-yet-unexplained capacity to chug Tabasco sauce.
The first two episodes also set the stage for several pleasantly
complicated story arcs. There's Sheriff Valenti's obsession with finding
proof that aliens exist. There's a tantalizing mystery: Is there a fourth alien out
there somewhere who holds the key to Max's past? And there's the hint of
government conspiracy in the form of inscrutable FBI agents who keep
showing up without warning.
Central to the series, though, is the budding romance between Liz and
Max, one that's literally star-crossed from the beginning. There's great
chemistry between Appleby and Behr, and their first tentative encounters
are touching.
With Buffy, Angel and now Roswell, The WB is
turning out to have some of the best-written shows on broadcast television.
No one is more surprised than me.
-- P.L.
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