Shoulda done this a long time ago, but NCIS...I'm breaking up with you.
I haven't been really enjoying it for a couple of years now, but I've been watching it out of habit. It's fucking terrible. But it was like comfort food or comfort television, if you will. Something to put on in the background while I'm doing something else. It's really fucking terrible.
I feel like the only reason I hung in this long was my awkward crush on Pauley Perrette. But even she (and her character Abby) are starting to wear on my last nerves.
Last week's episode was the final straw.
They introduced a new love interest for the elderly Dr. Mallard (David McCallum), played by Cheryl Ladd. The homicide of the week looks like it was turning into a serial killer case. And Ducky, Dr. Mallard (get it?), was having mixed feelings about how exciting his job was. Or at least he was having mixed feelings about sharing his excitement with his new lady love. She seemed...oddly into it.
No. They weren't going to make Cheryl Ladd a serial killer, were they? Nah. That would require several weeks of character and plot development. Plus the modus operandi was ridiculously complicated. Getting someone drunk, getting them to a remote location, getting them to take ecstasy, tying them up, then getting them to drink enough water to kill them because ecstasy makes you thirsty. What? There were way too many problems with that.
Yet, that's exactly what they did. And, although Mark Harmon's character did figure out that she was the killer, she basically just confessed to Ducky when he demeaned the actions of the killer. She wanted him to be impressed by the killer, ya see?
Ugh...it was the most ridiculous hour of television ever produced. And yet it wasn't that much worse than every other episode that I have been trudging through. It just sucks.
Officially deleted from my DVR queue. Goodbye, NCIS. Forever.