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Returning to their roots?

Hmm. Interesting.

Is NCIS attempting to return to the good old days? After my murderous outburst against Ziva’s sudden and illogical appearance, things are improving.

OK, third episode was a bit too much of navel gazing, or do I mean naval? But the last two weeks NCIS has begun to look rather more like it used to. The ending of episode five was almost textbook first two seasons.

I’ve quite enjoyed myself, and there’s been much less of the raging about how no one has looked at what they used to do. Someone might actually have done that. Still not keen on the new McGee, but even he has got less annoying.

Gibbs is back to being Gibbs, and Mark Harmon seems to have been sent packing. For the moment, anyway. Torres and Palmer and Kasie do well, and Bishop is OK.

I’m jinxing this, aren’t I? Let’s see what the next weeks bring. How about a ship or two? To remind us it’s the Navy.

Ziva must die

Surely?

Unless Gibbs – and then all the rest of the team – were having a Pam Ewing moment this week, NCIS needs some credibility here.

I was going to watch Bull, but came to the conclusion that he could be my reward and I’d better get NCIS over with. So I did.

Well, Gibbs was a lot Gibbsier than of late, which I suppose is a good thing. The newer members of the team who had never met Ziva were reasonably good as well. As was poor Palmer, down on the floor. But McGee has not improved over the summer.

Cote de Pablo has clearly forgotten how to act Ziva in the six years she’s been gone. She at least has experience of her character, whereas neither scriptwriters nor directors have to have been around all that time, so legitimately know very little about former Agent David.

The plot – ‘to be continued’ – has quite a few holes in it. But if Ziva is not killed, any writing out of her character will need to be convincing. After all, how is DiNozzo, and Sr, going to change their lives around again? DiNozzo is busy as Bull, and the whole gang really can’t just come back to the Navy Yard as though nothing has happened.

Poor Elvis

I struggled to think of something to watch on television the other night. I was alone, and could do what I wanted, but suddenly I could think of nothing. Dug out an episode of NCIS from last year, to see whether it was as bad as I remembered.

Then, as it ended, and the television turned onto BBC Four again, I discovered a sad old man playing the piano and singing. He looked a little like Elvis.

It was Elvis.

It looked like the programme was just starting, so I remained where I was, deciding I could watch this. It was really sad. Enlightening, too, but mostly sad.

I’m an age where Elvis always existed, and while I liked his singing, I had despised the way he kept embarrassing himself towards the end. That’s the folly of youth, for you.

Now I know what happened to him, and how this handsome man went downhill so fast in the end. I vaguely knew that the ‘colonel’ was not good for him, but had not really grasped quite how not good he was. Seems like Elvis was a slave, and like all slaves he clearly had a breaking point.

Having ignored most of the ghastly films, I was unaware of the effect these had had on Elvis. I mostly remember the music after, for a few years, before the poor man was made to perform like a monkey, day in and day out.

It’d be wrong to say it was an enjoyable programme, but it was good. Now I know better. And I was happy to ‘meet’ Roy Hamilton, Elvis’s singing hero. Perhaps I ought to find more accidental programmes.

Oh, Bull!

How could they? I was all poised to say how much better an ending to the current season Bull could offer, when it turned out they couldn’t.

Well.

Dead child as the problem of the week, followed by more baby trouble in the office.

While it was fun to see little Benny attack his much larger boss, and while his reasons are admirable, this is not realistic. The same goes for Marissa’s baby plans. Much as I dislike her husband, this was not the way to deal with their baby dreams.

As for Bull and his lady friends, I prefer Diana to the ex-wife. I know they look identical, but everyone needs to grow up. Here’s to hoping the scriptwriters can deal with the cliffhanger nice and quick when September comes. Especially if you consider the child issues and the NCIS finale as well.

NCIS – Daughters

Seeing old friends again is generally nice. So, OK, I will admit to some pleasure in meeting up with old characters in the 16th season finale of NCIS.

And isn’t it nice how it doesn’t matter if they have been killed off or not? They can still come back, as long as Gibbs, and now Fornell, can talk to the dead. So practical, as the writers are able to kill, certain their characters can return at some point, should they be needed.

Gibbs had a haircut. I’d like to think someone finally noticed my comments on his Hollywood hair. Could it even be the actor acts better with a more Navy hairstyle? He almost looked like the old Gibbs.

I think Fornell should have more hair, so you can see I’m hard to please. And it’s great that Emily Fornell continues being the same actress. Less sure about Sloane’s daughter issues. They feel laboured.

There were several whiffs of the old NCIS in this last one, before the summer break. Not as good, but you could tell they were trying, even if that meant reviving characters who’d be better dead. Even if we love them, because the entanglement of people rising from the dead is not worth all the confusion.

As for the cliffhanger.., well. Is it? I’m thinking they just put it there and they believe they have four months to come up with a way to make it work, or it will be Bobby and Dallas all over.

Washing and watching

Understandably Daughter and I don’t talk NCIS as much as we did. What with it having been something of a wash-out and that. She watches it sooner than I do, though. ‘I do the washing up and watch at the same time,’ she explained.

Now me, I can’t do that, however bad. It’s strictly one thing at a time. So for weeks on end this spring NCIS was kept in recorded format. Kept. Not watched. Until we suddenly did, as I felt some catching up might be warranted. The Resident IT Consultant didn’t mind as much as I’d thought he would, and when we’d caught up the other day, he expressed an interest in watching some more. I told him there was no more.

We watched Big Bang Theory instead.

But it gives me a little hope that the last two episodes won’t be washing-up material. The last couple were just about enjoyable, meaning that both the writing and the directing were OK-ish. Even the acting. And now everyone knows Gibbs’s dark secret.

Will that bother them? Or is there to be no cliffhanger this May? Can they fashion one out of nothing, or will they dig up some old stuff? I mean, one can actually go off for the summer break with not a single cliff in sight.

Because there is a season 17 coming… While Gibbs will be a mere 61, Mark Harmon is going to reach 68, and he ought to be retired. As an agent, if not an actor.

Yeah, baby

Do CBS scriptwriters not know the facts of life? The birds and the bees, and stuff like that?

In this week’s Bull Marissa’s husband – whom I can’t take to, no matter what – has opened her mail. He has found she has had her eggs frozen and wants to know if she wants a baby.

I can find no sensible reason for the frozen eggs, but never mind that for the time being. But when he reckons they might try for a baby, Marissa says they can’t. He has to go and artificially inseminate her frozen eggs!

But they have all the equipment they need, right there, in the marital bed!

It’s as with Palmer and Mrs Palmer in NCIS. They were going to start married life giving a home to a needy child, so instead of making their own baby, they enter into a contract with a surrogate mother.

Something’s wrong here.