I have always been fascinated by forensic science. I do believe that we leave a part of ourselves on whatever we touch and most of it cannot be seen by the naked eye. I think it is partly because of my sickly childhood. My overprotective nan would give me Tavegyl each time she heard me sneeze. I had chronic coughs and colds because of my weak lungs and I was allergic to practically everything that I cannot even see. I learned at a very young age that there is more to this world than what meets the eye.
I followed Medical Detectives on Discovery Channel when it was still very real and ‘in-your-face’. I dreaded the day primetime television would take over and have actors instead of real scientists on their airtime. I already saw it coming when HBO came up with the show Autopsy. They had real doctors in real scrubs in real laboratories so it was still close to the real thing.
Then CSI came to life. I have never been so hesitant about anything in my entire life. I am familiar with William Petersen and his movies in the eighties, his team up with the beautiful Sean Young in Cousins to name one. I just was not sure he can pull it off. After watching the first episode, my god, I was hooked. I could not wait for the next episode. Though the science gets more fictional from laboratory gear to circumstances, the storylines always impress me to some degree. Even after the real institutions admitted to not being as advanced as their idiot box counterparts, the storytelling is still fascinating.
When the spinoffs started coming, the old feeling of dread started to come back. I am never good with disappointment (who is). Surprise, surprise, Jerry Bruckheimer worked his magic again. With David Caruso as Gil Grissom’s counterpart in CSI:Miami and Gary Sinise in CSI:New York, everything is looking good.