I don’t watch much network television. The only shows we’ve made a point to watch since we got married were the late, lamented Fox series The X-Files, Millennium, and Brimstone.
Well, Sharon and I made an exception tonight and watched the SciFi Channel’s marathon of the first four episodes of the new NBC series Surface.
No tension, too much of the monsters onscreen to build any suspense (your imagination is always scarier), and one of the leads is a total ripoff of the Richard Dreyfuss character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It’s so blatant, the writers/directors/producers even copied the house filled with sketches of the unseen place that haunts his dreams. The only difference is that the place is a vortex leading down into the sea — an inversion of the mountain that haunted Drefuss’ character.
The only good part was when the snotty girl’s poodle got eaten. If you miss that, you might as well skip the series.