
At the end of last season Tom Mason was taken away in the mother-ship. Having been abducted by aliens myself, I can tell you the production designer got the interior all wrong. Being inside a space craft is a lot like being lost in IKEA, but that is another, quite painful, story. If we thought Tom's parlez with the creatures was going to push the show along, season one was slow, we were mistaken after spouting some self righteous twaddle the aliens just left him in a field and didn't even give him the bus fare home.
So, if you watched the first episode, you will know, nothing much has changed in the Falling Skies universe. We still have the magnificently named Moon Bloodgood, and with a name like that she should be Potions master at Hogwarts, as the doe eyed doctor, a couple of interchangeable Mason sons, and Will Patton is still doing his spot on impression of Lloyd Bridges from the Hot Shots films; and of course we have the dialogue which lurches from pompous, corny, and toe curling, sometimes gloriously in one line. But we keep watching Falling Skies in the, increasingly, vain hope it has something up its sleeve that will make us nod our heads and think, now that's why I stuck with it.
Yeah, I know, I'm kidding myself we will all start drifting away at various points in the season.
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