For of all sad words of tongue or pen,The last few weeks we've been Netflixing Jericho, the canceled / saved / soon-to-be-canceled-again post-apocalyptic drama from CBS. Like Lost and Heroes before it, the show functions in many ways as a testament to the greatness of HBO—what would have been a fantastic twelve-episode cable series is merely pleasantly diverting on a network. After a few episodes, the diminished production values, a lot of filler, and the necessity to always hew as close as possible to dramatic convention really began to weigh on me. (Things do pick up again a bit by the final third of the season, and by the end I was actually rather fond of the show—but it's definitely a guilty pleasure.)
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
I mean, it's pretty good for the networks—about as good/bad as a typical season of 24—and I'll definitely check out the second season, but despite all this Jericho just doesn't do what it set out to do. Which is really too bad, because by the end of the fourth episode I was pretty sure I was watching the best network TV show ever.
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