Is it just me, or is CSI New York only surpassed in overall horribleness by the utterly pathetic CSI Miami?
Last night's much-awaited conclusion to the 333 stalker storyline on CSI New York had all the hallmarks of a trunk story written in college and recycled through a half-dozen form letter rejections. The writers of CSI New York are never shy about having their killers go to elaborate lengths to set up or cover up their crimes, but rarely have they presented such a plethora of outrageously intricate and obscure clues designed to lead the story to a completely different city, apparently so they could not-write the word "coward" on a wall hangman style while simultaneously throwing in a grouchy police commissioner-type cliche so cliche they made fun of it in Beverly Hills Cop some 23 years ago. And the significance of the number 333? A hotel room. D'oh!
But not even that can match the mendacious disregard for reality that occurs every time David Caruso strikes a pose on CSI Miami. Last Monday night, Horatio dragged a rich white minor in for questioning over the murder of his own nanny - without the kid's parents or a lawyer. If Aitch had been a real cop, he'd be looking for a new job today. But nothing, not even a modest nod to credibility, gets in the way of the almighty story on CSI Miami, and not even the almighty story gets in the way of David Caruso's gritty one-liners.
CSI New York has a pretty good cast (better than Miami, anyway) and by far the bigger canvas for telling stories than either of its siblings. How is that they get it so right on the original CSI, and so wrong on the two knock-offs?