Midway through episode 2 of CBS’s Smith last night, I began to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I mean, there I was, watching a group of violent, amoral thieves trying to outwit righteous law-enforcement officers, and who was I rooting for? But then I got distracted by Jonny Lee Miller’s lovely jaw, and I didn’t care anymore if my enjoyment of this intriguing new drama makes me a bad person.
Anyhow, there are more important questions to ponder. Like, what’s Hope’s story? Did she somehow find that list of phone numbers during her gripping search through Bobby’s drawers, or was her blasé ”Anyone we know?” comment while watching the news report about the hard-drive thefts a tipoff that, at some point, she was more intimately involved with hubby’s associates? And while we’re talking about Hope, isn’t it amazing how Virginia Madsen (pictured) takes what could be a thankless concerned-wife role and imbues it with so many delicious possibilities?
Another question for you: Is anyone else digging the sociopathictendencies of Simon Baker’s Jeff and Amy Smart’s Annie? I’m worriedthat the former’s decision to pop his own CD into that SUV is going tocome back to haunt him, and I got a little chill when the latter fliplybrought up the need for a new electronics expert. (Note: None of thegang paused to remember their deceased partner.)
Finally, am I detecting something wicked buzzing through all threesides of the Annie-Jeff-Tom sexual chemistry triangle? Despite the factthat the show lost 1.4 million viewers from last week, I’m holding out hope that America will learn to embrace its dark side on Tuesday nights and make Smith the hit it deserves to be.