|The man. The pose. The sunglasses.|
I’m of two minds on the subject. One agrees with her completely on all but the death wish part. David Caruso’s portrayal of Horatio Caine is cringe-worthy. For years, that was what I did whenever he came on scene. Cringe. Discomfort became disinterest, became apathy, until I could watch CSI-Miami with barely an eye-roll toward the man with the iconic sunglasses. I began picking out scenes where I actually liked Horatio. They always involve children and women. They bring out a bonus layer of Caruso’s personality and when it’s passed through to Horatio, the character actually separates from the man. Caruso disappears and we have Horatio by himself. I consider that a good thing. Horatio’s is a pretty cool guy, when his alter-ego’s not around.
Wait, you’re thinking. Did you just say the word “iconic” in regard to Horatio’s sunglasses?
Why yes…yes I did. And good or bad, they are. One season they proved it by putting the sunglasses by themselves on promotional posters. They’re as good as a logo.
|Horatio and Marisol|
Okay, fine. I admit it. I love Horatio Caine. And its due in no small part to the fact that he's a horrendously executed character. In our house, we say if you're going to do something wrong, do it really wrong and say, “I meant to do that.” In the spirit of that, I may have to consider David Caruso a role model.
|Kara "Starbuck" Thrace|
I would go so far as to argue that Battlestar Galactica is the best written, best executed, and most relevant television show ever to be completely ignored by the critics. It wrestled with big problems...terrorism, treason, civil liberties, freedom of religion and press, class warfare and xenophobia. It dealt with small problems...marriage, family, infidelity, and addiction. A handful of ships, populated by survivors of a holocaust, and governed by the most outspoken among them, try to maintain a civilized society while being creatures that eat, breathe, excrete, procreate, get sick, die, and those are just the biological imperatives that make their lives collectively difficult. They're also sentient, which means they're collectively pissed off. (Frakking brilliant!)
|Starbuck, Anders, and Apollo.|
And she's just one of Battlestar's complicated residents. Gaius Baltar actually has her beat; a man one can hate to love and love to hate all rolled up in one. I just don't like watching him as much.