Ja też zyczę wszystkim cudownego sylwestra i jeszcze cudowniejszego Nowego Roku, niech sie spełnią wszystkie wasze najskrytsze marzenia
Nan- niech ci sie uda sałatka
miałam coś wrzucić, tak jak obiecałam, najpierw dwie z Pilota, całkiem milusie
Skip West Wing; Watch Roswell
Judith Shulevitz
Posted Wednesday, Sept. 22, 1999, at 12:13 PM PT
.... Here's proof that hybridization can succeed. Generically, Roswell is the spawn of The X-Files and Dawson's Creek, but the first episode, at least, has more charm than both. It's the story of two teen-agers, of course--it's on the WB! She's a normal girl who fears she looks like a freak (she doesn't); he's an alien boy who looks like the kind of shy dreamboat a girl could get a crush on (he is). Girl, who has waitress job, takes hit from passing bullet in coffee-shop altercation; boy, who has special powers, heals her with his unearthly touch. This prompts the revelation of his ancestry--he descended to earth as an incubating fetus in Roswell's notorious 1947 alien spaceship crash--the suspicions of a grim-faced local sheriff, and, of course, a star-crossed romance.
According to Entertainment Weekly, Roswell's creators (an X-Files director and a My So-Called Life writer) originally offered it to Fox, which demanded changes and planned to launch it mid-season. They then took it to the WB, which put it in the best slot of the week, immediately after Dawson's Creek. Once again, the WB has demonstrated its superior programming abilites. Roswell's Liz (Siri Appleby) and Max (Jason Behr) are fine-tuned combinations of poise, awkwardness, and eloquence. The hunger on the alien Max's face when he looks at the forbidden Liz is as raw yet sublimated as James Dean's displaced homoeroticism. When Liz processes the facts of Max's non-humanity, the scene lasts a minute or two, an eternity in TV time, in order to register her sequence of expressions: incredulity, hilarity, disgust at the cheesiness of the whole idea, terror, longing.
But what makes the show endearing is the tone: matter-of-fact in the manner of Buffy (you feel alien? You are alien), yet with a lighter touch. Roswell's writers have clearly studied their teen romantic comedy history, and understand that an adequate representation of the teen condition requires the presence of well-meaning but oppressive adults and friends who try and try but just don't get it, but also an absence of condescension. Ignore the naysayers who will complain, as they do about Dawson's Creek and Felicity, that teens don't talk like that--that they lack such advanced powers of introspection. Teens never talked the way Romeo and Juliet do, or agonized as deeply, and who takes their creator to task for that.
Pilot, nr.2
I…LOVE…THIS…SHOW! How’s that for a sound bite? I haven’t felt this way about a series premiere since The Wonder Years. But I’m sure for a lot of you Roswell fans out there, Kevin and Winnie’s first kiss happened way before your time or at least past your bed time. So let’s get back to the business at hand. Discussing why I….LOVE…THIS…SHOW!!! From the first scene to the last, I was completely under Roswell’s spell. The main characters, Liz Parker (played by Shiri Appleby, destined to be this year’s Joey Potter minus the pout) and Max Evans (played by Jason Behr, the WB’s latest candidate for pinup status), seem so real. They’re likable, without being annoying. They’re intelligent, without being condescending. They’re self-conscious, without being obsessive. The story unravels quickly: aliens crash-landed on Earth leaving three of their unborn to grow up on their own--disguised as humans. No one has suspected them…until now. Liz, a waitress at the Crashdown Café, spends her time manipulating unsuspecting X-philes using fake alien autopsy photos. One day a scuffle takes place in the café and a gun accidentally goes off. The shot hits Liz in the chest. Two young male patrons are about to run out of the restaurant when one goes over to Liz, speaks softly to her, and heals her wound instantly. Like any good man of mystery, he then quietly slips out of the café. Liz is grateful. Her best friend Maria, is confused. And the Sheriff is awfully suspicious. Within the first ten minutes, we get action, romance, acts of heroism, all while Sarah McLachlan plays in the background. Did I tell you that I…LOVE…THIS…SHOW?!? The great thing is, the hour-long premiere left me wanting more, more, MORE! What a great premise! High schoolers (the aliens among us) meet real live aliens and together they fight to gain self-esteem, find true love, and make it to graduation without being banished from society. And what perfect timing. Aliens are everywhere. They’re the subject of books, movies, documentaries and "mock-you-mentaries". We love spending our money on them; there are alien-themed birthday parties, restaurants, and amusement park rides. We humans love the idea that THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. We want all the truth we can get. And we’re especially happy when the truth comes in nice packaging. With Roswell, the WB gave us that nice packaging. And they got themselves a new sensation. According to TV Guide, the premiere garnered over six million viewers and was the second biggest premiere in viewers aged 19-34 (um…who else really watches the WB?) the network has ever had. Reviewers have dubbed the show, "X-files meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer". What a great combination. What I want to know is what took television writers so long to realize that the best way to sell a show about aliens was to cast really attractive young adults to play them! Say goodbye to your Favorite Martians, to your Morks from Ork, to your Alfs, to your Spocks, to your Whorfs, to your little green men with great big heads. And say hello to smooth-talkin’, sexy, Max Evans! (And don’t forget his leggy sister Isabelle and their Bob Dylan look-alike friend, Michael.) Aliens on Roswell don’t speak a foreign language. They don’t try to abduct you from your bed in the middle of the night to breed you with a three-headed creature from Venus. They don’t trip, walk around naked, or do anything socially unacceptable in search of a laugh track. Save for the fact that they’re beautiful, skinny, and zit-free, these TV aliens look and act like normal teenagers. For any of you who don’t know the connection between Roswell, New Mexico and aliens, here’s an ever-so brief history. Supposedly, in 1947, something crashed in the New Mexico desert. A rancher discovered wreckage of an unfamiliar type of aircraft and called in the authorities. News spread quickly and soon everyone was talking about the aliens in Roswell. However, in what has now become a famous report, the U.S. government promptly denied any and all reports of an extraterrestrial aircraft saying the wreckage found was simply the remains of a downed weather balloon. For years after, many residents of and visitors to the town of Roswell have claimed to have been witness to alien activity. And ever since, the name Roswell has become synonymous with the words "government conspiracy". There are hundreds of web sites on Roswell (the city), Muldur and Scully have been to Roswell, for all lovers of sci-fi, it’s a household name. I can imagine that for lovers of good dramedy, Roswell (the TV show) will soon become a household name as well. The series premiere whetted my appetite. The challenge will be keeping me hungry for more. The last thing we need (or want) is another show about angst-ridden, super-intellectual, over-analytical high-schoolers complete with obvious metaphors and quick wit. There are some good ones out there already; that’s why they’re being imitated. But, as I once read in a catalog that caters to teenage girls with money burning a hole in their oversized cargo pants pockets, "there’s no such thing as genuine imitation." A word to the to the folks at Roswell: keeping it different will keep our interests. But, for now, please note that I…LOVE… THIS…SHOW! SPOILERS ANYONE? * * * * Look for Juliet Benz (aka Darla for any of you Buffy fans) to appear on this week’s brand new eppy, "The Morning After". By Jen Sonstein
a teraz "Morning After"...hm, mozna by się kłócić.
When we wake up from all the hype of this new TV season and we get past phrases like "critically acclaimed" and "most promising new show of the season" what will we be left with? In Roswell’s case I think we’ll be left with a nice, enjoyable teen soap. Sure it has that ‘twist’ - that alien twist, but when you come right down to it Roswell’s the story of a love that can never be and yet just might be anyway. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. The thing is, does it have to be so serious? I know when you’re a teenager everything is "life and death" even when you're not an alien with everything to hide, but come on! I laugh like a loon when things go deep into dire, but not this gang – at least not "The Morning After". They are a perverse study in seriousness. Max is seriously dreamy and seriously besotted by Liz. Michael...well he’s seriously unhappy at home and seriously obsessed with finding out if there is more of their kind ‘out there’. Liz is seriously stressed out and seriously intrigued by the new Czechoslovakian in her life. Sheriff Valenti is still seriously buggin’ and seriously suspicious especially now that the FBI has taken a bunch of his files and declared the case closed. Kyle is seriously in denial about his relationship with Liz and begins what could be a season long stalk-a-thon. Speaking of Kyle, why doesn't Liz just tell him it’s over? It makes no sense – they aren’t married or engaged so why does she feel and act like she’s permanently bound to him? It’s almost like she’s afraid of him. If she turns out to be one of those girls who just can’t be without a boyfriend, I’ll hurl. Back to our topic- which is one of the utmost seriousness. While we do have a few characters that aren’t bogged down with excessive solemnity- Maria, Isabelle, and Alex – they are banished to the fringes of the story, doomed to be (for now) supporting characters. It falls on their shoulders to provide the minimal amount of comedy there is in the show. Luckily they perform admirably and you can feel the energy shift when anyone of the three comes into the picture. For example, Liz suddenly starts acting like a normal teenage girl when her kept-in-the-dark pal Alex comes around asking questions, and we can thank Maria for the code name Czechoslovakian. (Used in place of aliens –"You don’t know what will happen if a Czechoslovakian kisses you!") I for one am really enjoying both the character of Maria and the actress that plays her, Majandra Delfino. She is one of the most unusual yet honest teen characters on television to date and hopefully we’ll be seeing more of her in the future. Does anyone else wonder if Shiri Appleby is the most subtle actress of all time or if she’s just wooden as all hell? I find her diary voice-overs compelling and convincing but her facial work confuses me. Half the time she just looks moony and stoic -if it’s possible for those two expressions to coexist on one face. The other half she seems to be doing her very best Joey Potter impression. I think I saw her crack one small smile during last night’s episode and that gave me a glimpse of what could be if only she’s lighten up a tad bit. It will be interesting to see how her emotional state is played out in upcoming episodes that’s for sure. With regards to playing things out, they could have kept the mystery behind the new substitute teacher (Julie Benz of BtVS and Jawbreaker) going a little longer. When she starts asking questions about Michael and is caught with his personal file, Maria and Liz immediately think she's some sort of alien hunter/spy. It all adds up to a nice little mystery – just who is this nosy lady who meets with the principal and the sheriff and is so obviously not the geometry substitute she claims to be? But it’s all wrapped up too quickly when she reveals herself to be a guidance counselor with Michael’s best interests at heart. Sure she may still cause problems down the road but a guidance counselor just isn’t as scary/cool as an alien hunter/spy. So, all in all I think we’re off to a fine start. I’m curious about these kids – and I feel for them. Everyone feels alienated--not just the aliens. I just recently learned that the show is based on a series of books called Roswell High. If any of you have read the books, I’d be interested in hearing how the show compares and how you like it so far. See you next week. By Allie Gerlach
I specjalnie dla Eli z jej ulubionego odcinka
Roswell - 'The End of the World' By Scott O'Callaghan 31 October 2000 The SPACE.com Guide to Roswell A Max from the future comes to Liz and begs her to leave Max forever. He really should be with Tess, or else evil aliens will destroy the Earth. (Original air date: October 30, 2000) Written by Jason Katims Directed by Bill L. Norton Those Smutty Aliens COURTNEY: Well I guess it's time for another night wrapped up in the sheets fondling my remote control. MICHAEL: I guess. COURTNEY: Unless, of course, you want to be my remote control for the night. * * KYLE: In order to trim the lamp of wisdom, we must attend to our bodily needs. TESS: Let me tell you something, Buddha Boy. I got a lamp that needs some serious trimming. KYLE (to Liz): Well you here for a reason? Or you just rush right over 'cause you sensed I might be experiencing some actual joy? * * GUEST STARS: John Doe - Geoffrey Parker Sara Downing - Courtney Winnie Holzman - Madame Vivian WHAT HAPPENED It is 2014, "minutes from the fall." An older Liz and Max -- clad in leather and with longer hair -- hug in front of the granolith. She reminds him that he must try to change the past. He inserts a rod into the base of the granolith, which glows red. Lights churn, swirling at the top. Suddenly, Max is inside the cone of the granolith. He reaches out to Liz and then disappears in a flash of light. (spoilers) ANALYSIS Call it a turning point. A kaboom episode. The moment when everything changed. Call it what you will, but this episode is a knockout. As a relationship hangs in the balance, we find out that the fate of the world rests in one teen's hands. This is a weighty episode. Intense. Emotionally demanding. Focused (neither Isabel nor Sheriff Valenti even appear this week). Jason Behr appears in two roles here, playing the Max Evans of today as well as another Max Evans from 2014. He's got a lot to do here. He's got to convince us of the future Max's emotional intensity and pain resulting from all the death his world has endured. Behr must also convince us of the present Max's unfailing dedication to Liz Parker, even in the face of adversity. The good news for the series is that Jason Behr can pull off such acting. Unlike Catherine Heigl's recent turn in the spotlight, this episode really allows Behr the actor, as well as Max the character, to shine. Roswell Reality The episode stays true to the series vision by making teen sensibility the center of the universe. Liz's love life can shape the course of history. Whether or not she sleeps with Max sometime soon will affect her world's future. Liz is familiar with the idealized version of love sold by plays like Romeo and Juliet, but she also knows first-hand that danger and tragedy really aren't quite so sexy. Even if she doesn't entirely believe it. Contradiction, thy name is "teenager." Roswell presents us with teens who are teens. Their moods swing. They are fiercely loyal, their hormones alive and active. But these are teens who think, too. They are not hormones alone. Especially nice to see this week is the ongoing evolution of Kyle Valenti, who is shaping up to be a decent -- and even funny -- guy. There is hope for him, after all. Alex, too, shows real strength and acts boldly on his convictions, acting in ways we might not have anticipated. It is also nice to see Tess being written with a bit more complexity. Like Kyle, Tess has often been misunderstood and too-simply-characterized, but the last few episodes have allowed her humanity to shine through. WHAT WE LEARN The power of the granolith can be used to send someone through time. Liz prefers white roses to red ones. DANGLING PLOT THREADS Is this one night the Big Event that Changes Everything? Has Max changed his mind forever? BODY COUNT Sorry, no dead bodies this week. Just lots of busted hearts and one exploded TV set. The count remains at six. TUNE IN NEXT WEEK Congresswoman Whittaker's funeral brings out more aliens than just our gang. See the Skins pay their respects, in "Harvest".
No i jeszcze z odcinka od którego zaczęła się moja "przygoda z Roswell"
Roswell, Leaving Normal review: The Continuing Follies of Christian Kyle Slater and Jar Jar Maria. January 12, 2000 by Sarah Kuhn There is a small problem with my beloved Roswell, which I was just able to put my finger on this week. All of the supporting characters are annoying. And not in the "ha ha, loveable sidekick!" kind of way -- it's more like the grating, "please shut up now" kind of way. This week, Liz's dear grandmother falls fatally ill, and Liz wonders if Max might be able to do something about it. Meanwhile, Max gets beat up by a bunch of Kyle's oafish buddies. And that's pretty much it. More longing glances. More irritating supporting players. Over and out. Now, I am still ever so taken with the young lovers that I am willing to sit through this. Max has done the wounded puppy dog thing about a billion times in the span of four episodes, but it's still damn cute. Who knew that Jason Behr had it in him to morph from Dawson's Creek jock jerk to celebrity crush material? And Liz has kind of a My So-Called Life, I am oh-so-relatable thing going on. Take, for example, the scene in which Max brings her grandmother back to say good-bye. Hello, entering Cheez Whiz territory! Ah, but did my eyes well up? Oh, yes, did they ever. I also still like Isabel, though I'm kind of wondering about her two snotty friends -- since when is she and extra from Jawbreaker? Oh, well. But as for everyone else... There's Maria. Shall we call her Jar Jar Maria? At least she was slightly more subdued this week, but I am still irritated by her very presence, so screechy and caricatured is she. But we've pretty much covered this -- this week, it's the supporting male characters that truly come into their own as full-fledged annoyances. Kyle, who seemed lump-of-butter benign before, has somehow decided that he is Christian Slater, and never has there been so much eyebrow arching and nasal line delivery since Pump Up the Volume. Note to Kyle: just remember, for every Heathers, there's a Kuffs. Pushing the limits of annoyingness, however, is Isabel and Max's buddy, Michael. He smirks and stares and purses his lips so much, you'd think he was the sole graduate from the Dylan McKay Academy of Studied Detachment. Uh, Michael? Nobody cares. Go away. Ah, but back to Liz and Max. Their sweet, desperate moment at the end was just adorable. Maybe it means that something will actually happen next week, and then we can slowly do away with all of the supporting characters and it'll be Liz and Max 4-Evah, and Isabel can visit them after she ditches her snot friends. After all, there's some convoluted message somewhere in this show about following your dreams, and that, you see, is mine. --End--