I just aborted an attempt to watch season 1 of 24. I figured since it was so popular, winning awards and whatnot, that I would love it, so I borrowed season 1 from my co-worker. But…I was bored. And now I worry that there is something wrong with me that I don’t like an award-winning series.
I thought it was dull from the first episode. That’s right, I said it, DULL. Jack was sexy, but a little too arrogant for my tastes. His wife had an annoyingly bad haircut, plus I couldn’t get past the fact that she forgave Jack for his office affair. Minus two for the wife. I found Kimberly such an annoying, stupid twit that I wished she’d been killed posthaste. In all seriousness, I was almost insulted. Every guy’s dream right? The blonde bimbo teenager, with her boobs hanging out, who needs to be saved. Please.
The office bunch wasn’t much better. Nina was frightening – it seemed so obvious to me that she was bad. Just look at her! Those hard edges, those high heels and fancy suit – duh, she’s a double agent. I never found her sympathetic at all – she reminded me of that girl in high school who’s second in command to the queen bee, so she’s going play it up and be a bitch. And Jamie the tech girl…with those bangs, she deserved to die.
Season 1 is rich with plot twists, but that’s it. Am I the only one who thinks you have to have a plot in order to have twists in it? Every episode was the same: “Where’s Kim?!” “The dead man is Alan York!” “What? I’m sitting in the car with Alan York!” … Plot twist, half hour break…”Jack! Where are you?!” “Jamie, you’re the only one that I trust…go check out Nina’s computer”…”Noooooo!!” Roll credits.
By the time I’d seen seven episodes I felt like I’d seen them all. So I packed them back up and returned them to my co-worker, feeling sort of loser-ish. “Joel, I was boooooored. Just tell me what happened.” He looked at me in wonder/disappointment/consternation and carefully explained what happened.
“Ok, cool. Sounds interesting.” He stared at me. I stared back.
“Do you want to borrow season 2?”
“Well, ok.”