Another new fall tv show. This one has a great cast and is being put on by the folks who made FRINGE. The plot seems to involved a cyborg cop, afflicted with PTSD and an android who was shelved for being too human. There's banter and quips and lovely effects and a conspiracy. There's always a conspiracy these days.
He's a human cop with robot parts who acts emotionless. And he's a robot cop with a human soul who feels too much! They complete each other.
This looks fun. A police procedural set in the world of Marvel superheroes. So like ALPHAS or HEROES but with access to Marvels deep roster of unknown-to-99%-of-tv-watchers characters, a decent budget, and talented writers.
I'm a pretty big Joss Whedon fan. The guy has a way with dialogue and story--when he's focused--that is delightful to me. The problem with Whedon has always been deligating to worse writers (Hi, Buffy season 5 and 6!) and studio honchos mucking around with the work (Whassup, Dollhouse and Firefly). One assumes that with The Avengers under his belt he has enough juice to not get dicked around by the studio. But that's probably not true at all.
All of the fan press seems to be a flutter with trying to guess who J. August Richards is playing in the pilot. Is he Luke Cage? Is he Rage? Is he Patriot? Which is dumb. He could be anyone. A new character! A revamped character! A villain! A character who--GASP!--isn't black in the comics. Seriously, he could be anyone. The speculation is tiresome.
I'll be watching this, is what I know.
A dramatization of the last day of Oscar Grant's life (played by Friday Night Lights and The Wire alum, Michael B. Jordan) before he was shot to death by a cop while laying face down on the ground at the eponymous Fruitvale BART station here in Oakland.
The menu was designed by celebrities. The food was free. But somewhere between the planning and the execution the zesty sauces, whole grains, and garden fresh vegetables turned into a plate of soggy deep-fried cheese.
The Michael Moore of the Grade-School Lunchroom - NYTimes.com
The film offers no shortage of examples. On a day advertising “cheesy lasagna rolls with tomato basil sauce, roasted spinach with garlic and herbs,” for instance, Zachary is handed a plastic-wrapped grilled cheese sandwich on an otherwise bare plastic foam tray.
A “Pasta Party” is described as “zesty Italian meatballs with tomato-basil sauce, whole grain pasta, Parmesan cheese and roasted capri vegetables.” Meatballs and pasta show up on the tray, if none too zesty-looking, but the vegetables are nowhere to be seen.
Salads devised by the Food Network chefs Rachael Ray and Ellie Krieger are similarly plagued by missing ingredients. On the day Ms. Ray’s “Yum-O! Marinated Tomato Salad” is listed, Zachary is served a slice of pizza accompanied by a wisp of lettuce.
Ms. Krieger’s “Tri-color Salad” is a no-show on one day it is promised, and on another, it lacks its cauliflower, broccoli and red peppers. The shreds of lettuce and slice of cucumber could still be described as tri-color, Zachary points out, if you count “green, light green and brown.”
Indeed, among the 75 lunches that Zachary recorded – chosen randomly, he swears – he found the menus to be “substantially” accurate, with two or more of the advertised menu items served, only 51 percent of the time. The menus were “totally” accurate, with all of the advertised items served, only 16 percent of the time. And by Zachary’s count, 28 percent of the lunches he recorded were built around either pizza or cheese sticks.
