Showing posts with label This wasn't a fuck you to the network they'd been planning this shit from the beginning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label This wasn't a fuck you to the network they'd been planning this shit from the beginning. Show all posts

Friday, April 3, 2009

David Bowie - Life on Mars?

No, I'm not exactly breaking virgin territory here, but the not-nearly-good-enough American version of "Life on Mars" just ended with an all-time, epic fail of a finale, and it deserves to be ridiculed to the sound of its classic namesake.

I only watched the first couple of episodes with anything more than a modicum of interest (the on-the-nose dialogue really started to wear on my nerves, and the show just seemed to be focus-grouped down to a nub) but the original series was most famous for its ending, so I watched the American finale to see what they did with it. Sam Tyler, it turned out, didn't come from 1973 or 2008. He was a motherhumping astronaut. From the future. Traveling to Mars with all of his fictitious cop buddies, running a fucking simulated program to keep his mind active or some bullshit. And Gene Hunt, the cop boss? That was the mission they were on - a gene hunt. They were searching for fucking life on Mars. Like the song!

The human race probably doesn't deserve to survive. If there is a just God, he will wipe this experiment out.