This reminds me of that CSI where only the uncle of the Fresh Prince of Bel Aire, somehow tragically blinded, was the only reliable witness to a similar "murder."
And with that, I just showed how much terrible terrible TV I watch. Because really, CSI is kind of the pits once you are tired of the special FX.
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When I come home at night The Missus is usually watching CSI, mostly for the same reason you do: lack of a more exciting fare.
I don’t watch, but I catch snippets while I’m cooking dinner.
The CSI cops bug.
First off, they have this vindictive, “I’m gonna take you down,” attitude towards the suspects and perps that should give any liberty-loving viewer pause.
While this may be tonic for the overworked dupes terrorized by the gratuitously violent insularity of the evening news, to me it’s just insulting.
A cheap hybrid of a third-rate William Shatner and a TV anchorman, the lead investigator guy never fails to annoy with his Poe quotes, affected wisecracks and lame attempts at sexiness.
But it’s not just him …
The redheaded woman seems a refugee from the cocaine and silicone infused kingdom of late 1980’s pornography. Now, she’s a fake cop and, like the brunette CSI chick, not only busts the bad guys but breaks their balls as well.
The white, southern dude with the crew cut has Henry Rollins' haircut and jaw line. If anyone ever cares to make a movie about Hank, this dude should be the first on casting's list. Just Sharpie tattoos all over this CSI twerp, stick him in a pair of running shorts and voila!
The mulatto guy looks like a Gap posterboy, and the Gen-Y rap/metal wiz kid in the lab would, really, make a fine ashtray.
But, of course these people are an absolute treat compared to the grossly overpaid clones on “Friends.”
-M/C
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