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Chuck: Season 2

Column: The Word on DVDs  |  Date Published: Tuesday, 16 March 10   |  Author: Justin Hook   |     |  1 year, 11 months ago
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Chuck was one of the stand-out debuts of 2007. A sharp, witty and effortlessly fun spy caper, think Burn Notice through the prism of goofy ‘90s workplace slacker comedy or a Gen-X Get Smart. Criminally overlooked, it should have been much bigger than the small blip on the radar it actually was. It has already attracted a degree of cult-dom in the US through a successful ‘Save Chuck’ campaign, but here in Australia it remains a DVD nugget. The first season found Chuck Bartowski (Zachary Levi) juggling his menial job at the big box electronics store and a career as ‘The Intersect’; the holder of a fountain of government secrets downloaded into his brain by some opportunistic twist of fate. Adam Baldwin stole the show outright as the uptight, lantern-jawed and long suffering NSA agent John Casey and was rewarded with noticeably more screen time as the show progressed.

For the return season, Chuck is no longer the confused Kafka-esque ‘man in the middle’ – he wants to be part of the system, he wants to be a full-on spy. But as we all know from Charlie’s Angels, espionage and being pursued by the Russian Mob isn’t for tousle-haired softies. Accordingly, Chuck spends much of his time trying desperately to prove he’s not a total screw up. Unsuccessfully. Some of the quaint charm and sparkle has worn off a little this time around as limitations in the concept begin to creak at the edges and frankly the production design is hardly in the realm of Mad Men. Still, that was never the goal. In reality as an early champion of the show I’m probably being unnecessarily harsh, these are really inconsequential quibbles. Chuck is a strange beast; an instantaneously gratifying, lovable slow burner.



Breaking Bad Season 2:

Walter White (Bryan Cranston) faced the harsh consequences of his part-time job as a meth manufacturer in the closing sequence of the first season of Breaking Bad. Facing off against the insane and ultra-paranoid drug kingpin Tuco (Raymond Cruz) who, roasted on ice, beats the living shit out of one of his underlings over some perceived slight, Walt finally saw the reality of his predicament and it’s a manic, violent and irrational reality. He might have the chemistry smarts to cook the purest meth ever seen in New Mexico to pay for his cancer treatment, but the drug trade is some seriously fucked up shit. Keeping secrets from your family is one thing, staying alive at a drug meet in a car junkyard is another altogether. Happily, the second season picks up exactly where this scene left off and it doesn’t take long for pathological drug lord Tuco to ramp up the intensity, setting of a chain of events that culminates in a terrifying trip to an empty house in the desert and an elderly mute ex-gang banger in a wheelchair with a doorbell on the arm rest. Lynch would be proud.

Easily one of the best shows of the rebirth-era of television (cf: Sopranos onwards) Breaking Bad is a show that revels in the consequences of deception. It’s not that Walt and his hapless sidekick Jesse (Aaron Paul) are experts in grand illusions or meticulous planners, they’re just lucky enough to get away with it – for the time being. Cranston proves his back-to-back Best Actor Emmys weren’t sympathy votes, playing Walt with equal parts pity, despair, anger, forthrightness and fear. His shaved skull and wan demeanour are no mere parlour trick, and Cruz’s performance as Tuco is gobsmackingly unnerving. When even the minor roles are worthy of note, something tremendous is happening.

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