Thursday, September 25, 2008

Review of the "new" Knight Rider...

Ever notice how the majority of remakes and updates to an old idea just never come across as well as the original?

There are a few standouts where a sequel or new version of a TV show or movie is a hit.

The new Knight Rider is not one of them.

I groaned through the hour-long premiere which was supposed to be an improvement on the big stinker of a pilot movie.

Improved special effects add little more than an expensive light show.

This show is utterly lacking in a 21st century sensibility to it. There were so many lame attempts at cheesy jokes I wanted to faint like the weak-willed tech geek on the show. Yeah, he actually fainted on camera for no real good reason. Just to add fake comedic effect.

The old Knight Rider didn't even try that hard for its laughs. The original show was cheesy without making a concerted effort at the cornball antics.

The new Knight Rider is not funny, not exciting and insults my brain by even existing.

The sooner NBC puts the brakes on this rolling junk heap, the better.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away