It's ok, but formulaic:  pretty bad boy with attractive woman cop supervisor = sexual tension.  Bay boy repeatedly solves crimes despite the pathetic efforts of his fumbling coworkers who resent and admire him.

His debunking of psychics and other charlatans in favor of perceptive observation and inductive reasoning are admirable and refreshing.  I just tire of police programs where all the cops are supermodels and you can pick out criminals because they're ugly or have some screamingly obvious character flaw.

... the Red John denouement was terrible. Truly, truly, terrible.

I confess to having a soft spot for Lorelei Martins: obvious baddie, but ...

Coincidentally, Rigsby from the Mentalist is in Emergence (see TV thread). He also was Jasper Carrott's son-in-law (which may mean something to the older Brits)

(I quite enjoyed the first season, but I watched them all!)

I hope that it gets better and not worse.

The summer riots here continued unabated as the government was busy redeploying the police to areas (especially Stratford) that they could not afford the world media to report on and damage the prospects of the 2012 Olympics. While that might have helped areas of East London, it left the rest of the capital at the mercy of opportunist thugs. I remember clearly all the oiks waiting down the road at Clapham Junction with their Blackberries in hand, getting directions from organisers on where to loot. Of course, this then played out nation wide on a similar scale.

I fear the coronavirus offers the same blanket of cover for the thugs over there.

I haven't heard of either one.  I'll check those out just because I'll soon run out of What we do in the shadows, which is acceptable and sometimes downright entertaining/funny.

I'm back to watching Billions, a brilliant show that tragically jumped the shark a season or so ago.  Now it's just irritating.  Everybody is a jerk.  And a smartass.  Gak.  What a waste.

For cop/detective genre, I'm waiting for the return of Jett.  That's pretty good, but on hiatus.  Comrade Detective continues to be well worth watching as a very well crafted spoof.

The Mentalist is pretty lame.

I quite enjoyed the first season. But it became difficult to continue to believe in someone whose superpower can be readily explained away by the script giving him answers: his infallibility is guaranteed, even when ridiculously improbable.

OK. So I watched Stargate again last night. (... and Armageddon, but that doesn't need talking about - Harry died again)

Having thought about it, I'm not sure it's true. I tried to follow Daniel's explanation of how the symbols work, and - as a mathematician - I think it is nonsense. I get that six points can be used to define the position of another point, just, but what I cannot for the life of me figure out is how the symbols representing constellations define those points.

It is an important plot point that the "seventh symbol" is the start point, but in fact the start point would be predetermined from what the various constellations look like. As the constellations aren't actually a dot-to-dot in a plane, but are, actually our view of the projection of the positions of the constituent stars in 3-D space, if Orion looks like Orion it puts us on a line, and if the Pleiades looks like the Pleiades it puts us on another line: where these lines intersect is where we are. Six points is overkill.

... it also beggars belief that even the dumbest of bootnecks would think that Daniel would just be able to dial home without any further information, let alone bully and ostracise him when he was their only hope of getting home.

I may, however, be overthinking it.