This is especially true in Hollywood. In "Snark-Infested Waters," I discussed how female stars are scrutinized in ways that male stars are not. Women on the red carpet at the Oscars and Emmys are subjected to catty remarks and literal grades from observers for the gowns they wear and the tresses they sport. The men, meanwhile, pretty much all wear versions of the same tuxedo and escape the night snark-free.
|Don't ask why everyone has a blazer but me.|
Think of her as The Mentalist in a tank top. Or Monk with curves. Or sexy Psych.
In my opinion Unforgettable has a worn-out premise, but the viewing public seems to disagree. If the idea of superhuman powers of observation has not been exhausted in the time since Sir Arthur Conan Doyle launched it with Sherlock Holmes, then perhaps it never will be.
|Smart and smartly dressed.|
I am not surprised that network executives took the detective genre down this path, but I hope it does not become the standard method of reviving a tired franchise. We do not need Law and Order: SBU (Skimpy Bikini Unit).