You know what’s a really good way to spoil Martini Bianco? Well, these crazy folk out there put wodka in it, and then stir or shake it.
Season one of Jericho is the Martini Bianco. Season two is the wodka.
Season two of Jericho is really, really, really bad. I mean, really bad. I can accept the fact that some dude forgot to fix teh c0lours. I can (teeth-grindingly) accept the EPIC FAIL fake user interface in episode 2. But what I can’t accept is the utterly, utterly crappy storyline.
The storyline does away with everything that made Jericho so darn interesting. I’m a small town boy, I’ve been living in one all the 23 years of my life. Even when everyone else started moving to the city, I stayed put. My hometown is the exact same size as Jericho - in other words, I can relate to that imaginary Kansas town. That imaginary Kansas town in season one, that is.
Season two isn’t about Jericho. It’s about bringing down this big bad new government (Allied States of America? I mean, wait, what? Someone actually thought that sounded right?), and in focussing on that, the show has now caught lostities - one big überplot, with no real subplots going on.
Sometimes, it’s better not to do something. The creators, writers, actors, producers of Jericho should not have agreed to make this mere reflection of what Jericho once was. This is absolute garbage, and I’ll see when I can find some time to finish the remaining few episodes.
Wodka is for unimaginative drunks anyway.
