So, FlashForward aired last night! My official review is up at Tor.com.

My unofficial review: when it gets better, someone call me.

This show lost me at the thirty-minute mark, when three characters are talking about the flashforwards in someone’s office. Joseph Fiennes turns to his partner and the FBI director and says, “I saw something.” CUT TO: The sunny atrium in the middle of FBI headquarters. The same three characters are there. The FBI director says, “What did you see?”

Any show where they interrupt a conversation so they can pop out to the atrium for a minute and get a nice quick-cut to build fake suspense is a show that has lost me. See you!

Then it lost me AGAIN at the forty-minute mark.

The surgeon-wife character (who is exactly like every surgeon wife ever on TV) sees a vision in which she is divorced from Joseph Fiennes and is instead dating a shirtless, shoeless, black-pants-wearing, into-the-fire-staring Jack Davenport. She cries a lot, because this makes her sad, because somehow Jack Davenport is worse than Joseph Fiennes.

…girl, do you have a concussion? Upgrade.

I still want to know why the sneaky person who managed to stay awake decided to spend their moment of omnipotence on a baseball field in Detroit. When the show has told me this, I will consider watching again. Maybe.