So, just as a heads up, we’re in the process of importing over all kinds of archived material here at “Shared Darkness.” That means you’ll see the database swell and new entries folded in accordingly as we move closer to our big re-launch. In the meantime, by all means, explore. There’s plenty of evergreen material, and a brief introduction lies here.
I’ll have more soon on all of these (well, OK, maybe two out of three), but hurrah for Christopher Nolan’s The Prestige, wincing indifference for Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker and a thumbs down on Barry Levinson and Robin Williams’ Man of the Year. This is the exact right time for a big, broadside comedy — and maybe a searing drama too — about a massive national political shake-up, but this isn’t the film that satisfies that appetite, alas.
Based on a series of popular English kiddie spy novels by author Anthony Horowitz, Alex Rider: Operation Stormbreaker is unfailingly polite in its efforts to woo you, and doggedly
energetic. It certainly seems to care about what audiences think, in
other words. The problem is that it’s skin deep, but ultimately not
quite as fleet of foot as it needs to be to merit or counterbalance
such cheekiness. The movie’s efforts to be hip and of-the-moment result
in a failed balancing act of tone and pitch. For the complete review, from IGN, click here.
Scrubs was a show
that I came to a little late, but when I did, I was hooked. The combination of
its surreal silliness, rapid-fire pacing (it wasn’t afraid to drop a joke about
a decade-old Snoop Dogg rap lyric and then move right on) and shrewd, internally
logical and consistent character-based comedymade it a real pleasure. Episodic
arcs were clean, though hardly self-contained; most bits played out over the
course of three or four shows, though if you missed one (pre-Tivo, mind you) it
wasn’t a huge, deal-breaking problem. Also, while other ensembles drew more
acclaim (Will & Grace, for
instance), few worked as well off of one another as the cast of Scrubs.
The irreverent flipside of all these serious, sudsy hospital-set
dramas like ER, the series unfolds in a state of slightly heightened reality, at the Sacred Heart Emergency Care Facility.
There, young doctor J.D. (Zach Braff) works alongside his ex-girlfriend Elliot
(Sarah Chalke) and best friend and college roommate, surgeon Turk (Donald
Faison), as well as Turk’s nurse wife, Carla (Judy Reyes). There are all sorts
of passing squabbles and intra-relationship hurdles to be negotiated, including
newlywed strife, but they’re bound together as often as not against the genial
penny-pinching of Dr. Kelso (Ken Jenkins) and the outlandish pranks of the nameless
janitor (Neil Flynn).
Scrubs is best
when it centers around J.D.’s never-ending quest for the endorsement and
appreciation of his approval-withholding superior, Dr. Cox (John C. McGinley,
in a role that’s tailor-fit to his idiosyncratic comic timing and persona), or
when giving wide leeway for the regulars to read and react to the peculiar behavior
of the aforementioned janitor, Dr. Cox’s ball-busting wife, Jordan (Christa Miller), or the pervy, uncomfortably
extroverted surgeon known as “The Todd” (Robert Maschio).
The fourth season of the series, though, is probably its
most uneven, though still comparatively top-notch when stacked up against the
bland inoffensiveness of most sitcoms. One problem is that things seem a bit
too maudlin at times. Earlier seasons kept things moving at a whipsmart pace,
cycling through guest star girlfriends and boyfriends like Amy Smart, Heather
Locklear, Heather Graham, Scott Foley, Chrystee Pharris, Elizabeth Banks and
(gulp) Tara Reid for unattached cast members. It worked. Here, though, there’s
less of that — and less narrative focus in general, too. (Guest stars include Matthew
Perry, a funny, early-season bit with Julianna Margulies, Molly Shannon and the
recurring Tom Cavanagh, as J.D.’s big brother.) The joke-writing still scores,
but too many episodes seem to be wan reiterations of previously exhausted
themes. “My Life in Four Cameras,” meanwhile, tries to futz around with the
show’s single-camera format and tweak sitcom convention, imagining a scenario through
different perspectives, but it does so unsuccessfully.
The show, creator Bill Lawrence and the rest of its writers
and performers can certainly be forgiven for a bit of this patchiness, as for a
long time the specter of cancellation hung in the air, and it wasn’t clear that
NBC wanted to bring the show back — at least partially a casualty of it not being
produced in-house, Braff once explained to me in an interview, but instead by Touchstone
Television. The possibility of a slightly shortened fifth season, though — and,
more specifically, the big syndication dollars that would follow — proved too lucrative,
and eventually a compromise was hammered out.
Presented in non-anamorphic full screen, the fourth season transfer
of Scrubs doesn’t quite live up to
the billing of its predecessors, even if the set is attractively packaged in a yellow cardboard slipcase. There are a few issues with graininess and some
inconsistency throughout — seemingly left over from initial broadcast, as I
remember some of the issues from even back then — though nothing major enough
to completely mar one’s enjoyment. Two audio commentaries (one by Chalke, one
by Braff) are complemented by an array of deleted scenes and a healthy
smattering of genial bonus featurettes. Of the latter, one on ancillary
characters like “the Todd” points up the power of the joke and recurrent small
screen bit player. B+ (Show) B+ (Disc)