A sad end for what started out as quite an inventive, creatively-written series. As I`ve stated already (ad nauseam), season 3’s quality took a nosedive into the cludgie, purely as a consequence of decisions taken by Impossible Pictures with regard to the generation of stories and the hiring of writers. Of course, there are many out there who see completely the opposite, who think that Primeval improved in season 3 and was becoming a fine example of action-packed family fun. Well, for a family of dunces, maybe….
Even so, the demise of Primeval in the current econocrapstorm is a bellweather for things to come; less or no money for SF/fantastical series, and more money for knuckle-dragging, indoor gagfests like Big Brother, Britain’s Got Minitalents, or Jeremy Kyle’s Bad Person Smackdown. Inexorably, the tainted channels of TeeVee are devolving into gruntertainment. How else do you explain Graham Norton?
Filed under: on writing, science fiction | Tagged: broadcast vomit, feeble scripts, primeval
This is only the beginning.