Instead of liveblogging tonight’s Wayward Pines I did some dishes. You can thank me later.
Oh for the days of Gracepoint. You remember them, don’t you? ‘Twas a more innocent time. ‘Twas a time soon after we’d forgotten Fox’s long tradition of poorly shepherding all of its interesting projects into a odd-looking mess, as if an overgrown child wearing oven mitts was genially attempting to herd kittens into a box they had painted all by themselves whilst also wearing over mitts. And ’twas a time soon before the full run of Gracepoint.
But you see, there was a saving grace of Gracepoint vis a vis Wayward Pines and no I am not going back to undo that half pun. Neither show sustained any sense of pace, nor matched the pace to the… action? Both shows – or, really, their directorial staffs – too often consider a half-emoting face to be the height of dramatic expression. But Gracepoint had beats, and scenes, and most of all some devastating acting performances tucked into each episode, each quite legitimately good – good enough that I often forgot the overarching mystery driving things forward. I mean, I was forgetting that anyway because the show was so. Damn. Boring. And. Stodgy sometimes.
Wayward Pines had that at the beginning, or at least some of that. There were the cricket recordings, and the refrigeration unit for cars which STILL MAKES NO SENSE. There was Siobhan Fallon‘s (pictured) odd yet not a caricature weirdness, and Juliette Lewis‘ lived-in believability, and Terrance Howard‘s just the right amount of off-kilter performance. And all three of those actors were essentially ditched or sidelined by episode four.
I could write a book about the constant missteps in scripting and direction that continually undermine Wayward Pines solid1 source material, but really I’m just kicking myself at this point for thinking that M. Night Shyamalan would bother to keep any of those nice touches around while he merrily heads towards what he doubtless considers a poignant or otherwise adjectived conclusion.
Oh, wait – there is the currently pointless decrepit shack atop the Other Bunker of Exposition to make me pay attention now and again. That’s about it.
Where are we on the expectations vs awkward-silence-at-the-payoff matrix?
For f’s sake – at this point there would need to be three bunkers, all of which pay off big, and twenty-plus minutes of Melissa Leo getting lines of more than one sentence. Instead, the next-time-on tells me we’re getting a fast-zombie-attack sorta storyline and so I 100% expect my hands will be thrown up from now until next Thursday at 10/9c.
- Presumably. I’d never heard of this bestselling series of books before the show premiered. ↵