It's a Jo-Bro Five-0

Jo-Bro, Steve-O, and, well, I'm out of clever namesIf you have nothing to say, don't say anything. It's a good rule for life, and it's one I've tried to adhere to in my blogging for you fine readers. Thus my silence on Hawaii Five-0 thus far. Trust me, I'm faithfully monitoring every episode, but to tell the truth, I just haven't felt the urge to say anything in particular about it. 

Here's the thing: I really enjoy Hawaii Five-0. It harkens back to a much more lighthearted era in television, where witty banter ruled the day and "gritty"
wasn't the code word that won you Emmys. The back-and-forth between Danny and McGarrett is fun, and the team's dynamics are entertaining and engaging. But...


But the show lacks some kind of rooting in reality. It's a problem that was forgivable in early seasons, but one that is rapidly becoming a major elephant in the middle of the plot. A few weeks ago we got treated to a story better suited for a National Treasure movie than a cop drama, and this week's episode opens with almost the entire Five-0 task force roughing up some guy in Japan, begging the question of how the heck they got their tactical gear and weapons in and out of the country without causing a major breach of international etiquette (oh, wait, that already happened when the team stormed an embassy a couple seasons ago).

Which brings us to this week's episode, featuring none other than Nick Jonas as a prettyboy hacker/parking ticket rapscallion. Shockingly, Jonas's acting chops held up, but in a show like this, the bar's not set very high. What didn't hold up was the plot, which really tried to bite off more than it could chew. Things developed so quickly and changed so rapidly there was barely enough time to start worrying about the last crisis before the next one developed. 

All in all, it wasn't the show's best effort, but that doesn't mean it wasn't entertaining, and that I won't be back next week to see what new hijinks the gang gets themselves into.



...and I'm sorry, but the Jonas brothers could become actors on the caliber of George Clooney and Marlon Brando, and I still wouldn't be able to take them seriously.