This:
This:
This:
Or this guy's apology:
Nor am I buying a lot about Day 7.
The more I look at her, I'm not buying that Agent Walker is a flesh-and-blood human being. I mean, you're telling me she was buried alive basically a few minutes ago...
...and is now perfectly fit to rescue someone?! There's something very wooden and stiff about her. I mean, just look at this screen grab from Hour 7:
Maybe it's just the Botox and all those freckles getting in her way of actually showing any believable emotion.
I'm definitely not buying Jeneane Garofalo playing it straight as agent Janis Gold.
Hmm. This appears to be a flash-forward to FBI League Night. Distraught over the death of Plant Manager John Brunner, Agent Gold has his head encased in resin. Nice.
I don't buy her trying to handle all that heavy dialogue. I also don't buy the goofy, draconian tones coming from the Abbott & Costello of prime-time crime, Agents Larry Moss and Sean Hillinger.
I found myself having a Tourette's Syndrome-like moment when I was hit with an uncontrollable urge to scream, "PLEASE! GOD HELP ME, JUST SHUT UP!"
I'm just not buying into the side stories. They don't matter. Remember 24 when you could really suspend your disbelief and think, "Hey, this could happen to me." Like when Kim Bauer was being stalked by both a cougar...
...AND MATT DILLON'S BROTHER?!
Now THAT I could buy into!
I'm also not buying that Larry Moss, a high-up in a federal agency, would have a screen saver of his secret lover on his computer. I mean, it might as well have been a freakin' shot of them at the last FBI picnic!
I'm not even buying Bill Buchanan's oddly mesmerizing Kenny Rogers-like hair.
(before or after the surgery)
I'm not buying that Dubaku eats lasagna.
I mean, he strikes me...
....as more the "grab a yogurt smoothie on the train" type guy.
I mean, evildoers really don't have a lot of time to eat? Or crimefighters, for that matter. No one EVER eats on this show...
...or pees...
...or has to stop at the ATM.
(no one human, that is.)
Oh well, we can only hope. Maybe next week, someone will lose a limb.
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