Review: Bionic Woman
Sunday September 30, 2007
This season's most-hyped sci-fi show was Bionic Woman, a reboot of a spinoff from the 1970s. Out of context that sounds lame, but nothing spinoffy or 1970s-y survives in this new version, which has British EastEnders and Jekyll veteran Michelle Ryan figuring out how to deal with the fact that her boyfriend has unexpectedly gave her three mechanical limbs and stuck a bionic ear and eye into her head as well. I hope he kept the receipt.
Bionic Woman isn't terrible (which is another way of saying it's better than Flash Gordon), but parts of it I had trouble buying. One thing's for sure, though: Katee Sackhoff makes a great conflicted hero on Battlestar Galactica, and she makes a great conflicted villain here as well. My new motto is: Everything's better with Katee Sackhoff.
Bionic Woman isn't terrible (which is another way of saying it's better than Flash Gordon), but parts of it I had trouble buying. One thing's for sure, though: Katee Sackhoff makes a great conflicted hero on Battlestar Galactica, and she makes a great conflicted villain here as well. My new motto is: Everything's better with Katee Sackhoff.



Comments
“My new motto is, ‘everything’s better with Katee Sackhoff.’”
Well put Mark!
As the original “Bionic Woman” was a favorite series of my childhood I came into this revamp with high hopes.
Maybe my hopes were too high. All I’ve been able to do the last few days is redo the script in my brain. The pilot just struck me as, “Blah, blah, dialogue, angst, Hey, she’s bionic! Isn’t that cool? Blah, blah, blah.”
Personally, I’d have spent a lot more time fleshing out her life situation and relationships with the little sister and the boyfriend, have her wake up at the end of hour 1 with various bionic limbs, continued next week with a good deal of difficulties figuring out how to make the most of her bionics, minor smackdown with Katee everything-is-better-with-me-in-it Sackhoff, and carry that “What the hell do I do with bionic limbs?” theme well into the season.
But that’s just me.