Alone at home watching on my TiVo, the made-for-tv move Knight Rider.
I didn’t think it was possible to be both worse and better than the original at the same time.
And yet the writers of this show achieved the impossible.
The part they nailed was the peculiar relationship between the driver and car. Ironically they nailed that in ads and not during the actual show.
The parts that are unquestionably better are the special effects.
The parts that are worse is the acting and the story line. The cheese effect was so high that I am darned certain that years were shaved off of my life.
Of course, when I say worse, I mean it in a relative sense. Any show from the 80’s will be worse than a show produced now. However, given the standards we have for today, this was relatively worse.
And what was really bizarre was that unlike the original show that was clearly targeted towards youngish boys, this show chose to have some pretty adult material. For example, in the opening segment we have Sydney Tamiia Poitier,
playing the role of FBI agent Carrie Rivai, who is showering off the salt after a day of surfing, and we get a real close-up of her barely covered chest. And just when it could not get any weirder, she’s chatting with her female one-night stand whose mostly naked. And just when you thought you’d seen it all, to prove this is a straight person’s show, we see Michael Traceur in bed with woman, when another scantily clad female joins him a few seconds later.
And fine even if I could get over the sex, there was your usual assortment of over-the-top violence.
I’m not a prude, but this level of sex and violence, was odd.
And, come-on, Michael Traceur is Michael Knight’s son?
I don’t think this will be back…