Oh dear, this one really isn't my cup of tea. It puts me in a dilemma, as although I could easily yawn myself into a coma on the sofa watching this I know that a lot of young Mills and Boon type romantics will lap it up. For this reason I will give it eight stars rather than the four it would otherwise get.
Catherine (Linda Hamilton) is a young and capable city attorney and Vincent (Ron Perlman) is the big furry faced fella living in some caves under her feet. The two share a strong telepathic bond which enables them to sense each others emotions wherever they happen to be. The series follows the ups and downs of their relationship as challenged by various conflicting human stories from the environment of the surrounding metropolis.
The two main cast members are good but I can't help feeling that if only the writers had dumped the fantasy element altogether this could have been a terrific solo vehicle for Linda Hamilton as a straight forward cop show. I'm thinking of a female version of Petrocelli. We would probably all still be watching reruns today. It's interesting to note that George R.R. Martin's name appears during the end credits. Sadly for me this doesn't help. It's more 'Game Of Groans' than 'Game of Thrones'.
So what's my problem? No not that one, the doc says I can fix that by doing plenty of crosswords. What makes me grind my teeth is the over the top flowery dialogue and voice-overs. Before you think what a miserable old grump this bloke sounds I do have the likes of 'Brief Encounter' in my collection which was quite enjoyable. I just like my love stories a little more low key.
Here's a typical scenario that illustrates the problem.
Catherine is reclining on her posh high-rise balcony gazing thoughtfully at the moon at two in the morning after a hard day's attorneying. She's all dolled up in an expensive gown and slurping Prosecco, when up pops Vincent out of nowhere wearing an old sack, covered in fleas and smelling faintly of sewage. He starts spouting his usual spiel- 'I love you Catherine. I love you! We are two songbirds sitting on separate branches of the enlightened tree of Venus, sometimes far apart but always singing the same song. It's heard only by the angels Catherine because only they can recognise a love as deep as ours. We are bound together for ever wherever life may take us. Only the angels know this Catherine, but they are sworn to eternal silence. I love you Catherine! I love you! I love you! I love you!' Now in all honesty what is she likely to do here? Will she go all doe-eyed and invite him in so that he can drop old bits of sausage roll, used tea bags and potato peelings all over her plush new carpet, or will she wait until he's not looking and then push him over the balcony railing with a long handled broom and have the whole place disinfected the next day? I know which option my money's on.
By the way, if any of you younger chaps are thinking of using that speech for your next chat up attempt, DONT, it doesn't work (especially if her name isn't Catherine).
Catherine (Linda Hamilton) is a young and capable city attorney and Vincent (Ron Perlman) is the big furry faced fella living in some caves under her feet. The two share a strong telepathic bond which enables them to sense each others emotions wherever they happen to be. The series follows the ups and downs of their relationship as challenged by various conflicting human stories from the environment of the surrounding metropolis.
The two main cast members are good but I can't help feeling that if only the writers had dumped the fantasy element altogether this could have been a terrific solo vehicle for Linda Hamilton as a straight forward cop show. I'm thinking of a female version of Petrocelli. We would probably all still be watching reruns today. It's interesting to note that George R.R. Martin's name appears during the end credits. Sadly for me this doesn't help. It's more 'Game Of Groans' than 'Game of Thrones'.
So what's my problem? No not that one, the doc says I can fix that by doing plenty of crosswords. What makes me grind my teeth is the over the top flowery dialogue and voice-overs. Before you think what a miserable old grump this bloke sounds I do have the likes of 'Brief Encounter' in my collection which was quite enjoyable. I just like my love stories a little more low key.
Here's a typical scenario that illustrates the problem.
Catherine is reclining on her posh high-rise balcony gazing thoughtfully at the moon at two in the morning after a hard day's attorneying. She's all dolled up in an expensive gown and slurping Prosecco, when up pops Vincent out of nowhere wearing an old sack, covered in fleas and smelling faintly of sewage. He starts spouting his usual spiel- 'I love you Catherine. I love you! We are two songbirds sitting on separate branches of the enlightened tree of Venus, sometimes far apart but always singing the same song. It's heard only by the angels Catherine because only they can recognise a love as deep as ours. We are bound together for ever wherever life may take us. Only the angels know this Catherine, but they are sworn to eternal silence. I love you Catherine! I love you! I love you! I love you!' Now in all honesty what is she likely to do here? Will she go all doe-eyed and invite him in so that he can drop old bits of sausage roll, used tea bags and potato peelings all over her plush new carpet, or will she wait until he's not looking and then push him over the balcony railing with a long handled broom and have the whole place disinfected the next day? I know which option my money's on.
By the way, if any of you younger chaps are thinking of using that speech for your next chat up attempt, DONT, it doesn't work (especially if her name isn't Catherine).