Post by Jemma on May 14, 2009 12:59:49 GMT -5
CSI: Previewing Episode 9.23 "Hog Heaven"
With two episodes remaining in this season of CSI, I'm starting to think that the running theme this year is change and growth. Well, duh, it's very obvious considering Langston's (Laurence Fishburne) entry to the team, but look deeper and you realize the dynamic within the Las Vegas crime lab is slowly, slowly, slowly changing. Last week's episode may have centered on Robbins, who is undoubtedly more established than the new members--more on that later--but it's nice seeing the new people doing some firsts on the job.
Like, say, Phillips (David Berman), who did his very first solo autopsy. He's been at it for years, but after enduring whatever they find inside dead bodies, and the occasional wrestling move, he finally does it by himself. Long overdue, eh? You had the gut feel he couldn't fail, but Robbins seems like a hard man to please, until he relented with a "well-described" cause of death for that woman who was found under a truck. Unfazed, yeah. A little nervous? Can't scratch that.
Which leads us to Robbins himself--the guy who's forever stuck inside the autopsy room, tinkering with bodies as if they're of his own kin. It's been nine seasons and we haven't seen much of this guy--the few things we know about him are scattered. (Then again, that's what CSI does a lot.) Now he's back in center stage, striking up a certain kinship with Langston, thanks both to their medical background and their affinity for the blues. (Who would've expected both to be some sort of blues muso, able to dictate the minutest of details about songs from the 1930s? I'm a fan of Keane but I can't do just that.)
It's quite refreshing to see Robbins venture outside the lab for a while, and from the very beginning of the episode, at that--seeing a wounded Catherine (Marg Helgenberger) and taking that small step to figuring out what the mysterious disease is. And then there's the two doctors taking a clandestine trip to somewhere, and it felt like I was watching some classic sitcom about unlikely fellows. I don't know who the straight man is--Langston?--but, hey, it's the subtle funny-yet-serious thing they do well.
Thus, growth. Nine seasons later, they're still at it.
You might be able to see another first in tonight's CSI, where the team investigates the death of a member of a motorcycle gang. The first in question? Langston having some, uhh, fun--put on the leather jacket, and get on the motorbike, oh yeah. This season's becoming his, after all, being high profile and all that. That's from 9pm tonight on CBS. The photos are, as always, right after these words. Now, for me to get over what Hodges had to go through during one of last week's investigation. Or the fact that a pork chop can kill you in ways swine flu wouldn't...
Like, say, Phillips (David Berman), who did his very first solo autopsy. He's been at it for years, but after enduring whatever they find inside dead bodies, and the occasional wrestling move, he finally does it by himself. Long overdue, eh? You had the gut feel he couldn't fail, but Robbins seems like a hard man to please, until he relented with a "well-described" cause of death for that woman who was found under a truck. Unfazed, yeah. A little nervous? Can't scratch that.
Which leads us to Robbins himself--the guy who's forever stuck inside the autopsy room, tinkering with bodies as if they're of his own kin. It's been nine seasons and we haven't seen much of this guy--the few things we know about him are scattered. (Then again, that's what CSI does a lot.) Now he's back in center stage, striking up a certain kinship with Langston, thanks both to their medical background and their affinity for the blues. (Who would've expected both to be some sort of blues muso, able to dictate the minutest of details about songs from the 1930s? I'm a fan of Keane but I can't do just that.)
It's quite refreshing to see Robbins venture outside the lab for a while, and from the very beginning of the episode, at that--seeing a wounded Catherine (Marg Helgenberger) and taking that small step to figuring out what the mysterious disease is. And then there's the two doctors taking a clandestine trip to somewhere, and it felt like I was watching some classic sitcom about unlikely fellows. I don't know who the straight man is--Langston?--but, hey, it's the subtle funny-yet-serious thing they do well.
Thus, growth. Nine seasons later, they're still at it.
You might be able to see another first in tonight's CSI, where the team investigates the death of a member of a motorcycle gang. The first in question? Langston having some, uhh, fun--put on the leather jacket, and get on the motorbike, oh yeah. This season's becoming his, after all, being high profile and all that. That's from 9pm tonight on CBS. The photos are, as always, right after these words. Now, for me to get over what Hodges had to go through during one of last week's investigation. Or the fact that a pork chop can kill you in ways swine flu wouldn't...
