We – I say we, because the Bruckheimer gang have gone out of their way to make me feel a part of the team – are going through a weird-feeling time at the moment, waiting to see if CBS are going to opt for a second season. The show has its champions, and also its critics. It also pulled a steady audience averaging twelve million people, which is not to be sniffed at.
Some commentators are pointing to a numbers dip for the season finale as an indicator of decline, overlooking the fact that the timeslot had been pre-empted for basketball the previous two weeks, and that the episode (my episode!) was up against the last-ever ER. For me that’s nothing new – seeing my stuff pre-empted for sports has been the bane of my professional life.
If there is a second season, then there’s lots of good stuff lined up for it… I won’t go into detail in case I suddenly find that I’m not a part of the team anymore. Nobody loves a blabber. But really it’s down to CBS deciding whether to build on what’s there or roll the dice again and hope for something bigger.
I heard last week that there’s a fan campaign for renewal – as well as messages and letters of support, people have been sending wristwatches to CBS with the hands set at eleven o’clock.
Wristwatches! And if that doesn’t work, they have bigger weapons to roll out.
Oh, yes. There’s talk of wall clocks…