It used to be you could end the summer with the happy thought that come September, Ed Sullivan would still be smiling from his Sunday 8 p.m. slot. Now we’re left in May and June with cliffhangers that were frustrating at the time, meant to keep us agonizing till the Fall. Now the shows all move around in a life or death ratings game of musical chairs. Who sat on Wednesday may show up on Friday night. You need a guide.
But good old (the original out of three) CSI is still at 9:00 pm on Thursdays. And still, there are what look like dumb moves, impossibilities. Can’t help it; it’s story, and it’s second nature as a once-upon-a-time editor.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Well, you hit a nerve. I hate the cliffhangers that end with them telling you that you can find out what happens a year later in 2008. I was so frustrated when Dexter ended and that was compounded by the Showtime Henry VIII. Sigh. I don’t mind waiting but we’re not talking books here.