You don’t know me, although I have been watching your network since the days when Bart looked like some kind of deranged dinosaur, and in all this time I have not asked you for anything. Not even when you made the ridiculous decision to cancel The Good Guys. It was Bradley freaking Whitford! I mean, come on! Sorry, off topic. That one still gets to me, you know? I haven’t bombarded your offices demanding a fourth season of Fringe. Thanks for that, by the way. I haven’t sent a million emails begging for the ever-loving-gods to please cancel American Idol. I can not handle one more season of cookie-cutter singers vomiting the same pop music up, over and over and over again. I haven’t done any of these things. The reason is that I have been saving my one favor, my one wish-upon-a-star wish, my one “if you ask Santa nicely and are a good girl all year you will get what you want” question until now. I want an “Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!” Oh wait, that’s not right.
Oh yeah, now I remember. I would so very much appreciate it if you could find it in you to keep Breaking In on the air for, um…. four years. At least. It’s a small favor when you think about it, and I am sure that after much soul searching you will come to the conclusion that I was right about The Good Guys, Fringe, and (well let’s face it) American Idol too. Thank you for your time and consideration.
Sorry about that, but it had to be done. Priorities people, priorities. I have two words for you: Duncan MyNuts. It had me in the first five minutes, baby. After the dismal, snore-inducing failure that was Chaos, I was apprehensive about Breaking In. I admit, I had started to dread watching it tonight. In the past couple of months, two shows that I had been looking forward to had let me down so far that I wasn’t willing to take a chance on another possible heart break. I don’t know if it was the thought of seeing Christian Slater again that made me watch, despite my reservations. I mean, who doesn’t love him? Or maybe it was knowing that I would be able to see a dead-on impression of Chewbacca. Alphonso McAuley, fair warning: I may have to start stalking you. Or maybe it was knowing that not only would I get to see Michael Rosenbaum with hair, but a faux hawk (it’s the simple things that amuse me). But no matter what the reason was, I’m glad I did.
Bret Harrison stars as Cameron Price, a computer hacker who gets conned into working for Oz, the leader of the high-tech security team ‘Contra Security’. Joining Cameron and Oz are the safe-cracking Melanie, Cash (the ultimate fangeek who excels at office pranks), and ‘Duncan MyNuts’ himself, Josh Armstrong. The pilot lagged a bit in the middle and it seemed as though everything got wrapped a little too fast and neat, but with that being said, it’s only the pilot and there’s time to iron out the kinks. Luckily, I have no problems watching while they gain a better footing. My final rating is:
Time to start keeping up with this could be classic. If you don’t, you’ll have no clue what all the cool kids are taking about.
Until next time,