Ok, so I have to be fair and say that I only landed on the second episode of Saving Grace a few times while channel surfing, but each time I did, I was compelled to go back to the episode of Law & Order SVU that bored me the first 3 times around. (I’ve been sick and watching a lot of TV – OK?).
First click: The tobacco chawing angel Earl is fixing Grace breakfast. She challenges him to prove he is an angel. He spreads his beatific wings and Grace falls to the floor at his feet, bathed in his golden light, looking pure and sweet like a child witnessing her first Christmas tree. I’m sorry, I’ve been having enough trouble with nausea this week.
Second click: Here is Grace with her Christian cross wearing forensics pal, who tells her she’s just going to have to give into the notion that God loves her and there is nothing she can do about it. Grace has a present for her: a feather from one of the angel’s wings! Hie thee to the forensics lab! Does anyone remember the forensics chick from Homicide? I really miss her.
3rd click: Here is Grace kicking the angel’s ass.
Am I missing something here, or is this show just massively misconceived?
Meanwhile over at Rescue Me, Tommy’s wife battles postpartum depression and drugs her baby with Benadryl to stop his crying while Tommy mulls over his ex girlfriend’s offer to take the infant, with whom she has an obvious bond. Seven babies die in a fire. By episode’s end, Tommy is on the brink of dropping his own infant into the East River.
Over the top action sprinkled with ruminations on faith in crisis, free will and predetermination. And the show still manages to be a comedy. You could try to say the same thing about Saving Grace. Why does Rescue Me work, where Saving Grace doesn’t? Why is Denis Leary so much better at creating interesting women than is Saving Grace’s Nancy Miller, who actually is one?
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