Four seasons of contrariety, a perfect start, an amazing idea, continued up to exhaustion, when the creators and actors had a good time with public patience. A very highly rated series, highly rated on imdb, my favorite source of feedback, even for something as trivial as the television. Television for some, DVD releases for others, Prison Break is a drama series created by Paul Scheuring and broadcasted on The Fox Broadcasting Company for four seasons, during 2005 and 2009. Great success, two Golden Globes nominations, Primetime Emmy Award nomination for the music, initially turned down by Fox, the producing idea being raised in 2003, after the very good feedback of series like Lost and 24, Prison Break performed exceptionally well in the ratings, during the first season. Of course, with a hot distribution, comprising the heartthrob Wentworth Miller, the sexy Dominic Purcell and the once very decent Sarah Wayne Callies, along with a team of high contrasts villains, very professionally chosen, it was absolutely normal to be number one in the ratings. The episodes from the beginning had been minutely worked out by all the crew members, from directors to executives, to the actors, of course.
I’m not spoiling now the subject, but with all my sympathy for 24‘s Jack Bauer, the government hero and villain and hero again, betrayed insanely chaotic by his own President whoever this one may have been in that particular season, the US conspiracy presented in Prison Break, had a different juice, the “war on terror” mode was surpassed, the bad guys were infiltrated very high, up to the Vice-President and the afferent entourage, and the end was somehow the achieving of ultimate power, a tremendous power and money. Everything went down illogical, new tasks were dementedly invented for the “good” characters transformed in villains, overnight, but justified villains.
I was very disappointed, a lot of repeated dialogue lines, leitmotivs, especially in the third and the fourth season. And as it wasn’t enough, I still thought that it could exist some hope, after all, they bind a gran finale of all laughing, as a sort of motion picture, a ninety minutes thing on his own, where the genius of Michael Scofield, Wentworth Miller’s character, did all he was capable of, in just those ninety minutes, with the voluntarily and the involuntarily help of his enemies. Stupid and unbaked Court decisions, illogically thrown just to amplify the suspense, made the last season and most of all, the last added episode, to look like a Rocambolesque cartoon. On top of all things, people died and were miraculously resuscitated in two seasons, incurable villains died heroes, villain heroes, actually, a lot of sticking together filmed pieces, for economy maybe, a lot of lack of attention for detail, things I considered a major disrespect for public intelligence.
The actors were almost perfect, and I’m talking of the first season, now. As I already said, Wentworth Miller as Michael Scofield (the genius), Dominic Purcell as Lincoln Burrows (the brother or “step” brother of the genius), Robin Tunney as Veronica Donovan (the lawyer, former Burrows sweetheart), Amaury Nolasco as Fernando Sucre (the eternal not very smart friend), Robert Knepper as Theodore “T-Bag” Bagwell (the rotten villain from prison, along all four series, but an exceptional actor), Peter Stormare as John Abruzzi (some high class acting as well from this “Cosa Nostra” boss), Rockmond Dunbar as Benjamin Miles “C-Note” Franklin (a good “villain”, and colored after all, for the equilibrium, as Nolasco was the “latino” drop), Wade Williams as Brad Bellick (the despicable correctional officer), Sarah Wayne Callies as Sara Tancredi (another feminine counterpart, artificially and illogically invented as the genius’ opposite sex half), Paul Adelstein as Paul Kellerman (the Secret Agent covered in all, perfectly acted).
They pumped some new blood with William Fichtner as Alexander Mahone (the FBI junkie genius counterpart) in the second season and Jodi Lyn O’Keefe as Gretchen Morgan (as a cruel mercenary huntress) in the third season. Ah, there were more, but you may see the DVD’s, it’s entertaining after all, everything is taking a normal turn, from almost perfection, to debauchery, turned even comedy. By the way, Woody Allen’s funny “retard”, Michael Rapaport, plays Donald Self, the FBI diabolique. And the series transformes itself in some A-Team stuff, or Mission Impossible but simpler. Have a nice time!
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