I heard an ugly rumor
that the dry-witted detective show Backstrom
will likely not survive to see a second season.
I recently started catching up with the episodes, and I love Rainn
Wilson’s quirky straight-faced irritable sort of comedy. (With a resumé that includes Dwight Schrute
from The Office, what more can be
said?)
His methodology of
investigation that begins with “I’m you…” is reminiscent of Hugh Dancy’s Will
Graham on the television version of Hannibal,
in which he enters the mind of a killer.
But it’s not quite so dark!
So
here we go—Backstrom to me. “I’m you… For some reason, you would lament watching my
foolish but dead-on analysis of a situation.
What does that say about you? Are
you living vicariously through me? Does
my self-assured confidence, if misplaced and soaked with a lifestyle that
endangers my health, appeal to you? You
have gifts and abilities, but often have trouble translating them to the real
world. Take a lesson from me, plunge
ahead, even if it gets you in trouble.”
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