Here, this article
sums up exactly what I've been trying to say but haven't figured out how to:
Cinema Blend wrote:
There's a lot I like about Falling Skies -- the central characters and the actors who play them, the suspenseful action scenes, the mystery of the Skitters, and the alien creature design to name a few – but, so far, the show has one glaring flaw: It just looks too damn clean. Too "TV." You know what I mean?
The show is supposed to depict life after the world has crumbled, after most of humanity has been wiped out by killer alien monsters and darkness has fallen over the Earth. But its hard to buy that premise when every scene is so brightly lit and all of the "rag tag survivors" look perfectly clean and happy and healthy. It's hard to believe that they're fighting for their lives in a post-apocalyptic living hell. How are we supposed to become emotionally involved in the characters' struggle when they don't really look like they're struggling?
Everyone still seems to have easy access to makeup and hair product and hair dryers – not to mention bright, unblemished, fully stocked places to "hide out" from the evil alien overlords. Even the scars and bruises on the soldiers' faces look phony, like they were painted on for a school play.
I guess this is part of what's been nagging on me that I couldn't put my finger on.
Part of also what is at odds for me is that nobody is flipping out. There are no emotional issues at hand that I can discern apart from moderate stress, and family and parenting issues. Why again did they set this against an alien apocalypse?
The article goes on:
Maybe I'm just spoiled by four years of Battlestar Galactica, where the characters' levels of desperation, fear, and anxiety were reflected in every aspect of the show, from the scripts and the performances to the lighting, wardrobe, makeup, and the set design.
You see one word used often to describe the PAW world of BSG
: gritty. Believe me when I say that that one word sums up everything. These people were desperate. They have just seen their homes, families, friends, pets, all their memories, all their lives disintegrate and they come unglued, understandably. They drink, fight, curse each other out, screw each other, kill each other, kill themselves, cry and blubber, are paranoid, hopeless, hungry, and mentally and emotionally worn out to within an inch of their lives. People were forced to do things they would have never done before, because it was a desperate situation. It showed all the mean, fucked-up behaviors adults get up to when they feel afraid, or feel like they can get away with it because no-one's there to stop them anymore.
I guess that is what I would like to see out of FS
silversnake wrote:You know, I can forgive a little bit of lazy writing (like sending the prisoner on the recon mission to get motorcycles) but this thing has really, REALLY lazy writing. Come on, the motorcycle shop is in a suburb of Boston (I think they said Medford or Everett) and no one has a road atlas such that they could find it with just a street name
Somerville, wasn't it?
I wasn't paying very close attention to the TV during the whole motorcycle/gasoline scenes but it seems like I remember the motorcycle shop being kind out of out of town. Hello, Somerville is wedged between Boston and Cambridge and is so congested.
And let's see, what'd they do? Acton to Somerville, on foot, in one afternoon?
Another thing about traveling in Boston and its suburbs: you really
"can't get there from here." If you see people that live here having a hard time describing how to get somewhere that is literally just 1 mile down the road, welcome to our nightmare. Roads turn, twist, stop, turn back around, disappear, jump, change names, change directions, change towns, change numbering, have no numbering, have no signage, turn into rotaries, don't connect, don't go anywhere, suddenly turn into 2 or 3 roads, suddenly turn into an alley, go around
where you're trying to get to, and just generally don't go there from here. Even the locals who were born here, don't know where the hell they are half the time. They even made an SNL skit many years ago about how impossible it is to get where you're going.
So if the characters are easily jogging down to Somerville right to the motorcycle shop, then they deserve a medal or something.