Since Holly decided for her foray into network television to dip her immaculately manicured toe into Walter Cronkite’s old home, I thought I should bring up another show that resides there. CBS is also home to the original CSI. You should love this show, Holly, because one of the co-stars is the city of Las Vegas itself. Sure, you have to weed through close-ups of corpses and crime scenes, but certainly that would be worth the glimpses of your not-so-secret love.
The crime procedural is lamented as one of the things wrong with television today. There indeed is a glut of this type of programming. CSI has two of its own lame spin-offs as well as NCIS, and well…just about every other show that is not a reality dating program. Yet, the original is still just that…original. It continues to be daring and inventive both in story lines as well as format. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. It is not CSI’s fault that no one else is able to effectively copy its unique chemistry.
CBS has come a long way from “Murder She Wrote.” Now that you mention it, though…I do miss Magnum P.I.
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