Sarah Connor Chronicles

Yup, "it is what it is" is the right way to look at it.

My hopes for outstanding weekly TV entertainment were dashed years ago at the red-lighting of The Apple Dumpling Gang project. I guess Lonesome Dove was .......ok.

We're not talking Hemingway or Steinbeck, here, nor should we be looking for it. As much as we may want to convince ourselves that geekiness is the one true salvation, it's a bit absurd to really start critiquing and trashing a show who's premise revolves around time-traveling killer robots.

I know, I know, we've all been spoiled as movie fans with stellar performances by keanu reeves ("woah" and "most excellent") and his league, but my mental robots are actually going to sound like robots -- wooden or otherwise. One only has to watch the mastery of a Dick Gautier as Hymie, or the brilliant turn by that kid from Small Wonder (whatever happened to her? Shes probby in her twenties by now, undoubtedly hot, working in blue movies, and living in Reseda.)

It's The Sarah Connor Chronicles simply because it's about Sarah Connor keeping her dumb kid out of trouble (I think an Eddie Haskell-esque, best-new-friend character who's a confirmed huffer might be good for stretching an episode or two out...maybe a Xmas special). He's still just fifteen, after all. Not to mention, I'd much rather see her than that idiot kid, anyway.

I agree that this may have been better served as a mini-series. I see myself tiring of the premise in a few more episodes.

Although a weekly, ok maybe three times a week, 45 minutes worth of a smiling Summer Glau wearing a bathing suit, frolicking with a beach ball in a white room could hold my attention for a few seasons. It wouldn't even need a soundtrack or special effects. Just her giggling.