Life on Mars (U.S.)
Television Notes from the Rust Belt
Youngstown, Ohio
I recently finished watching the entire
17 episode run of Life on Mars (the United States version) from
2008/2009 via Netflix fed to my high definition wide screen
television through my beloved ROKU box.
OH MY GOD!!!!! It's 1973. Really.
What a great time to be a cop. No kidding. Great time to be alive
too. No kidding. The last time in American history that the gay
guys didn't get the first crack at the good clothes.
The set-up is pretty straight forward.
Modern day NYPD detective gets hit by a car and wakes up in 1973. As
a NYPD detective. Is he a time traveler? In a coma? Kidnapped by
space aliens? Insane? No one knows. Doesn't really matter. This
is so well written, filmed, and acted that it works as a time travel
story, a police procedural, a drama/comedy.......whatever. This is
television done right. They nailed the early 70s pretty well with
cars, wardrobe, and everything else. The old rock and roll music
that infuses the story lines is well picked and placed.
The soundtrack alone is worth the price
of admission.
Of course it only lasted 17 episodes.
A real shame. Perhaps not to the level of a CRYING shame, but a
shame nonetheless.
I read a handful of critical reviews of
this wonderful program—the main thrust of those was that it was
either too gritty or not gritty enough, or it was too 70s in many
areas but didn't have quite enough cigarettes (something I also
noticed, but it didn't bother me)....you know—carping. OK, not
enough people liked it to keep it going, but I loved the thing.
Absolutely loved it. Then again, I'm not a critic, I'm a TV and
movie fan.
This series is a re-make of a British
TV series of the same name, and even though I know how this all works
out I might give the Brits a shot. Maybe not.
OK, we got Dublin Ireland native Jason
O'Mara as the time traveling Detective Sam Tyler, the glue that holds
everything together in this series—or, maybe he's the wiggly stuff
that makes it all come apart. Hard to tell. He's appeared in a
bunch of TV programs as a regular and was a cast member in Band of
Brothers.
We got Michael Imperioli as the
consummate 70s Detective Ray Carling....that racist, sexist
homophobe. Oh, how we love this guy—He played the guy in Goodfellas
who gets shot in the foot by Joe Pesci. He was also a character on
The Sopranos, and claims to be non-violent by nature.....sure, Mike.
We got Connecticut native Gretchen Mol
as Officer Annie (No Nuts) Norris. Gretchen is a hottie, and hails
from the same neck of the woods that produced Katherine Hepburn. She
had her heart set on a modeling career but it turns out that models just MUST be taller than 5-6. She's a steadily employed
actress, married with two children.
We also got Harvey Keitel as the best in 70s
era police Lieutenants. Harvey plays Harvey. And he does it well.
This series was a dandy. They managed
to wrap it up neatly, and I was completely satisfied with it,
start to finish. Give it a look. Start to finish. On Netflix.
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