I’m done with this show. I’ll probably watch some more in April, just to see what happens on the fateful day, but for me the eventual answers are intriguing, but the journey there is just a snooze. It’s another case of real character development, motivation, reaction and action taking a backseat to what’s expedient to the plot and the necessity of dragging it out for months. The guy, and his wife, with the supposedly dead daughter are the only characters who seem to be even remotely acting like real people would act in such a situation. Aside from the tiny bit where the main protagonist (see, I haven’t been drawn into it enough to even remember any names) dumbass FBI guy burned the bracelet from his daughter (and we all know for a fact that she’ll make him another one before April), not one person has made even the tiniest attempt to make what they saw impossible to come true.
Dumbass FBI guy’s wife is all angst-ridden about having an affair, so what does she do? Talks to the guy she’s going to fall for, making it all the more likely to happen. She saw the guy, in her house, sitting on her current furniture. If that were me, and I really didn’t want that to happen, I’d at the very least buy all new furniture. I would certainly and absolutely just never talk to the guy, period.
But if she did that, it would ruin the ability of the writers to draw out the fake angst, so she talks to him, clearly starting the ball rolling towards the “inevitable”.
A similar vein that, for me, really points out how little the writers want to actually deal with the "what if"s of seeing the future: How come no one had a flash wherein they clearly remembered having the flash, or in which the future was clearly a result of the flash having happened? Like, I saw myself living in a mansion, looking at a winning lottery ticket for, say, October 10. Because, now that I know that the flashforward was of April 30 at 10pm (or whatever it is), I’m going to buy a ticket for tomorrow’s lottery using the numbers I saw in my flash, and then on April 30 at 10pm make damned sure that I’m looking at it.
Instead, everyone is just going about their normal lives, la-di-da, I’ve seen the future, that’s cool . . . I’m going to be in a meeting and see a bird hit the window . . . I’m going to become a customs official and be on duty . . . I’m going to be having an affair while my husband is being shot at . . . just makes me want to scream at these morons.