I caught the first episode of the new series, Touch, last night. The show is well-done and David Mazouz, who plays the mute boy, is adorable, but oh my goodness what a load of nonsense we are supposed to swallow to suspend our disbelief. The dad (Kiefer Sutherland) won't accept that his son is unreachable, so he Googles "mutism cell phones" and the very first link that he clicks leads him to an elderly African-American gentleman (apparently stolen from the Samuel L. Jackson character in Unbreakable) who any normal person would immediately conclude is completely off his rocker. Kiefer buys it hook, line, and sinker.
What does he learn from this magical black man? Apparently quantum mechanics means the whole universe is interconnected so that autistic kids can access omniscience through cell phone towers. If you didn't watch it, you probably think I'm joking, or at least exaggerating. I'm not.
After the recent spate of shows that invoke angels, spirits, psychic powers, and whatnot to help people in trouble, maybe I should be glad that this show eschews the supernatural for some "science" to get its groove on.
Sorry. This show just left me with a bad case of indigestion.
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