There’s too little meat on Bones
IDON’T understand the thing with Bones — that anyone likes it. Put it on at midnight and then see if people will still be bothered with it, or remember to record it. That would be the test; or not even midnight— just up against State of Origin.
It always makes me laugh — one of those hollow laughs — when anyone remarks on the ‘‘ zing’’ between those two lead characters.
She is all right but he is like a vertical chopping board. I watched an episode a while back, for professional reasons, and they were hardly in it.
They had this tenuously related loose crew of ring-ins who solved the crime. It was like an early episode of The Simpsons where the animation looked like I’d drawn it.
And now we have The Finder on Ten Monday nights, starring those ring-ins. You couldn’t really call it a Bones spin-off, and even if it were, it’s too much fun to be linked to that old bore.
I can’t remember now how The Finder came into the Bones picture — someone knew the guy they call the Finder (Geoff Stults, pictured), maybe, or a dead person turned up in Florida and David Boreanaz, addled by the heat in his ill-chosen suit, went to the Finder for help and was then eaten by an alligator.
The premise of The Finder, and it’s one you could use to cover your leftovers with and put in the fridge, is this guy Walter is back from Iraq with a head injury so serious he’s only qualified to solve crimes that are beyond everyone else. It’s Sherlock Holmes, it’s The Mentalist, it’s Medium.
Not really. Walt doesn’t actually see dead people. But neither does the chick from Medium. The Finder, Channel 10, Monday, 9.30pm