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Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles 2.2 – Boring, Sarah, Boring

“Oh, this isn’t cool.”

Those are the words I uttered when the beginning-of-episode recap came and went this week with neither a glimpse nor even a mention of the sexy T-1000 who made such a memorable appearance in the final moments of the season premiere. And I can’t imagine I’m the only one. When Shirley Manson transformed from a urinal into a liquid-metal killing machine last week, it was – to paraphrase David Medsker – a moment of the “hell, yes” variety, and to follow that up with an episode which mostly acts like it never happened…?

Frankly, it verges on the unforgivable.

So yet another guy from the future comes back to send a message to the Connor clan, barely surviving long enough to spit out his message that they should go to their friendly neighborhood nuclear power plant. We get a brief flash-forward…we’re talking about five seconds long…so that we can get an idea of the importance of this plant, but while glimpses of the future always look awesome, you can’t help but look at the brief scenes and think, “Well, that was nice. Too bad they probably blew 95% of this week’s special-effects budget on that sequence.” In this case, it was apparently more like 99%, since the FX otherwise remain at a bare minimum this week…but I digress. Sarah and Cameron quickly get jobs at the plant, with Sarah almost managing to act more suspicious than Cameron in her attempts to ingratiate herself to the boss man, Carl. (It’s bad enough when she does it in the office, but when she turns up at the local watering hole, it’s even worse.)

John’s freak-out at the end of last episode apparently wasn’t as profound as it might’ve looked from his haircut, but he’s clearly still a changed (young) man. Although it was done a little heavy-handedly, his return to school made a very good point: how do you just go through the motions when you already know what the future holds? With the help of a new female friend, apparently. It’s funny that Busy Phillips should play the very pregnant realtor who shows Sarah Connor their new digs, since even before she made her appearance, I was already thinking that Riley (Leven Rambin), totally reminded me of Kim Kelly in “Freaks and Geeks.” At the moment, though, there’s not much to the character of Riley, aside from the fact that she’s kind of cute and she clearly thinks John is, too.

There was an ungodly amount of conversation in this episode, much of it stupefying in its banality. The worst offenders were the conversations between Sarah and Carl, of course, though the drivel being spouted between John and Riley wasn’t much better. The scenes with Agent Ellison and Charley Dixon were interesting in a let’s-get-all-the-loose-ends-from-last-season-wrapped-up kind of way, but they weren’t overly satisfying, mostly because Charley was a great character. I’m sure we’ll see him return, because I refuse to believe that he won’t eventually kick his wife to the curb in favor of Sarah, but it was a shame to see him go nonetheless.

This may well have been the most boring episode of “The Sarah Connor Chronicles” to date, and after the success of last week’s season premiere (granted, I liked it better than David did, but, still, even he admitted that there was plenty of action to be had), it could prove to be a momentum-killer of gargantuan proportions. Virtually nothing of real note happened until the final quarter of the episode, and when things finally did get rolling, with the near-meltdown of the power plant, it still wasn’t very exciting. Even the one moment which should’ve been creepy – the shot of Carl’s body hanging from the ceiling of his living room – was ineffective, since the “Carl” at the plant was acting so mechanical and robotic that you already knew he had been replaced by a Terminator.

When Shirley Manson finally reared her head at the very last second to make a liquid-metal appearance that was even shorter than last week’s, it felt like a slap in the face to those who had just sat through the previous 50+ minutes waiting for her arrival. Better she should never have showed up at all.

Mandingo

When this deeply strange tale of cruelty and interracial sexual exploitation on a pre-Civil War Southern plantation directed by Richard Fleischer (“Soylent Green,” “20,000 Leagues Under the Seas”) was released in 1975, it was greeted with hoots of derision and ridiculed as cheaply sensational – and possibly racist – not only by critics, but on a raucous “Saturday Night Live” skit. More recently, writers like the outstanding cinephile blogger Dennis Cozzalio have been urging a critical reappraisal. While I admit this attempt at a sort of satirical tragedy has been misunderstood to a degree, “misunderstood” is not the same thing as “good.”

“Mandingo” stars aging screen legend James Mason as Warren Maxwell, a hateful Southern patriarch. His relatively sensitive son, Hammond (Perry King), runs into deep trouble when he takes on a new wife (Susan George) while practicing the prerogatives of a Southern “gentleman” and keeping a slave mistress (Brenda Sykes). Meanwhile, he finds himself feeling somewhat protective toward Mede (boxer Ken Norton), a fighter he has bought in much the same way a man of that time might have purchased a fighting cock. I almost wrote “fighting dog” but the double meaning here seems correct. It is the dehumanizing effects of slavery that is the laudable focus of “Mandingo,” but sensationalized 70s-style sex is the primary vehicle and selling point. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) Unfortunately, Fleischer’s film is somewhat crude stylistically, but also too polite in telling its brutal story. Worse, it’s badly marred by some weak acting, not only from acting novice Norton, but also by a shockingly mannered and subpar performance from the usually superb, British-born Mason. Although the melodrama events make for a compelling final half-hour, it’s a long, long road getting there.

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Taking 5

There was never any reason to go into the movie “Taking 5” expecting anything other than a tweener-centric comedy with laughs on par with your average Nickelodeon sitcom, but it had one thing going for it: the inclusion of The Click Five. What can I say? I like the power pop, and those guys do it well. Plus, as a music fan, the premise of the film sounded funny enough: Devon (Alona Tal) and Gabby (Daniella Monet) desperately try to win a contest where the prize is a performance by their favorite band, 5 Leo Rise (played by The Click Five), but when things go horribly wrong, they decide to kidnap them and force them to play. I should’ve known, however, that there was something a little dodgy about this flick when I heard that the line-up of the band in the film included their original lead singer, Eric Dill, who left the band in late 2006. So why did this film sit on the shelf for so long? You’d like to think it’s because The Click Five lost some serious career momentum after Dill’s departure (and, boy, did they), but it’s more likely because the band originally come off sounding like the biggest assholes in the world. Oh, sure, eventually they come through and save the day, but why would they start the film by showing the object of the girls’ obsession acting like a bunch of complete dicks? Oh, wait, I forgot: chicks dig that. Well, in that case, maybe they’ll dig this movie more than I did.

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Greetings to the New Show: “Fringe”

There’s a tendency among viewers to see the name “J.J. Abrams” and instantly consider it to be a mark of quality television. This is called “The ‘Lost’ Effect,” so named because Abrams is so intrinsically linked to “Lost” that those of us who are fans of the series – and, yes, I consider myself to be one – will tend to shrug off his failures because, hey, the guy was still responsible for “Lost,” so we’ve gotta at least give his stuff a shot, right? Now, in the interest of fairness, we should acknowledge that there are other individuals who subscribe to “The ‘Alias’ Effect” and “The ‘Felicity’ Effect”…though, oddly, you don’t hear much about “The ‘What About Brian’ Effect.” But I digress. My point here, really, is this: when it comes to the latest series to have Abrams’ name listed a producer, Fox’s “Fringe,” let’s all just try to keep things in perspective, view the show on its own merits, and try not to love it or hate it solely because he’s a part of it.

As it happens, “Fringe” has the advantage of featuring a couple of other names which give it added credibility, particularly amongst sci-fi fans: Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman. Fox has really been pushing the fact that the duo wrote the script for “Transformers,” but for some reason, they don’t mention that they were called upon by Zack Snyder to assist with the script for “Watchmen.” Funny, that. Probably more important than either of those credits, however, is their longstanding working relationship with Abrams, having done time with him on “Alias” as both writers and executive producers and writing the screenplays for both “Mission: Impossible III” and the new “Star Trek” film. The collaboration has worked out well in the past, so there’s every reason to be hopeful that…

Dammit! See what I mean? I almost fell into being optimistic about “Fringe” just because Abrams is involved. Granted, he was only a third of that particular equation, but even so, I don’t want to do that. Not again. I did it with “Six Degrees,” and 13 episodes later, I was left a bitter shell of a TV critic. I can’t handle that kind of heartbreak a second time…particularly not when “Fringe” reminds me so much of still another show that was canceled too soon: “Threshold.”

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Greetings to the New Show: “Do Not Disturb”

Back in July, when every broadcast network other than CBS was being stingier than Ebeneezer Scrooge about sending out screeners of pilots (or, in NBC’s case, first episodes, since they don’t do pilots anymore), I was pleasantly surprised when Fox stepped forward and provided us with the pilot for their new sitcom, “Do Not Disturb,” which focuses on the staff of a high-class hotel.

But then I watched it.

After enduring the viewing experience, I was still surprised that they’d provided us with the pilot…but, now, instead of being surprised that they had finished product with which to provide us, I was simply surprised that they felt like the show was worth showing to us, let alone put on the air. I don’t know if you remember my posting after sitting through the TCA panel for the show, but if you don’t, then this one sentence should provide you with sufficient insight as to my feelings on the pilot:

I was perhaps one of the few fans of Jerry O’Connell’s previous series, “Carpoolers,” and hearing that Jason Bateman directed the pilot episode of this hotel-based sitcom, I walked in ready to love it, but sweet Jiminy Christmas, this thing sucked so much that it might as well have been sponsored by Oreck.

Yes, it was just that good…and at least one other person agreed with me: my esteemed evil twin, Bill Harris of the Toronto Sun, who described it as the least funny sitcom pilot to cross his path in a couple of years. I think it’s safe to say that this dissatisfaction was shared by others beyond just writers named William Harris, however, since Fox soon made the decision to air an episode other than the pilot when the series premieres on September 10th. As a result of this move, the network proceeded to send us an advance screener of this episode as well…and after more than a week of having it sitting in my house and taunting me, I’m finally going to steel myself and watch it. But know this: I’m doing it for you, dear readers. People say that critics sit on high and look down at everyone else, deciding what’s good and what’s not, and maybe that’s true sometimes, but let’s not forget the sacrifices they make for the people who read their work…and while we’re at it, let’s not forget to ask God to have mercy on my soul for at least the next 22 minutes or so.

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