|music||:||Paganini - Concerto for Violin and Orchestra No. 3, 2nd Movement|
Anthony Zuiker is on crack.
Or his writing crew is. I quite enjoyed the first half of the first season, but this second half felt So Messed Up to me. The main characters were taking turns making no sense. Nevermind the actors, I was hollering, "What's the motivation?", "Where did that come from?!" and "You're bloody kidding me, right?".
Several times, I shouted, "WHERE ARE YOUR GLOVES?!?!".
I've noticed that Jorja Fox/Sara Sidle started a certain intonation in her speech that reminds me of condescension. It's not bothering me though, I'm just noticing the inflections. Kinda like when an author uses a certain word over and over again in her novel. Even if they only use it twice, it jumps out at you.
George Eads/Nick Stokes is pretty cute, though I feel like taking a file to both sides of his jaw. I'm glad the hooker situation took care of itself. I had no sympathy there. I would have expected Nick to be more intelligent about it too.
What the fork is Catherine Willows doing with a city Engineer that looks and acts like a used car salesman? Maybe I just have an unfounded neurotic fear of men who are nothing but teeth when they smile and have a striking resemblance to Gaston.
Husband Guy seems to think there was nothing wrong with it. Maybe I'm just too crabby for this. Although, Brother-In-Law Dude says CSI: Miami is worse. So, maybe I should go watch that for a while, then come back to the original and it will, relatively, feel better.