Everybody’s favorite psychic soccer mom is back and she forgot to make dinner. Not only dinner, but dessert also. Medium was never my favorite and never will it be if it keeps up like this. I never disliked it either. I felt her family life with 3 rowdy daughters, a genius but overwhelmed husband trying the best he can to make life normal, was the cherry on this Sunday. They’re just right, just believable enough to keep your attention.
But I also feel they didn’t take the creepiness far enough. Too much hubby crises and not enough dead people. The show is called Medium, not I married a Math Geek. I want the freaky shit - pardon my French - to hit the fan. I want her abilities to go haywire, I want the lives of her kids threatened, I want the husband taken to the brink of madness, not the office of a self-indulgent shrink. (I only hope the bust of a nephilim in his office has a deeper meaning for future episodes.) Here, her abilities are taken for granted, as just another office skill set.
Here’s a show that has potential. It has a soccer mom (who looks like a soccer mom, and not a model trying to look like a soccer mom) with psychic abilities. It has a husband who looks the part and 3 kids who are exactly that, 3 kids. Her abilities could take the stories so far but instead TIIC decided to make it lite when is should be heavy with implications and human fear of such abilities. It could be so much more and yet it satisfies itself with mere being.
Medium’s Season 2 opener was faithful to the recipe. Psychic gets weird dream, must interpret dream and catch killer. There’s more to it, of course, but this pretty much summarizes it well enough. I love the dynamic between her and her husband, but how many deep conversations in bed can one couple have? Although it’s less annoying than Horatio Cayne’s constant removal and putting on of his shades with both hands, in CSI: Miami, I still think it needs work. The husband freaks out and by the end of the show, they kiss and make up. It’s just not very challenging.








Article comments
1 - Margaretta
I weigh 180 pounds, but for some reason, my husband still sees me as the 120-pound darling he married. Likewise, although Alison Dubois on Medium is getting annoying, as I watch Patricia Arquette, I still see Mattie Silver from Ethan Frome. And I'll always be in love with that character.
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