What can people say about Trauma, debuting this Monday at 9:00 PM on the National Broadcasting Company’s Channel 3, that hasn’t been said? You’ve already seen the shut-down I 280 freeway explosion, the monstrous twirlypoppers above Market Street, the filming in North Beach and in the Financh and on spooky Polk Street (the new Home for Halloween in San Francisco since the Castro party got shut down – Polk Street is the new Castro!), the start of the Deathwatch, ever more twirlypopppers, and a pitch for a perfectly cromulent substitute that could be filmed in the 415. Whew! Mercy.
Well, Amy Chozick at the Wall Street Journal takes a stab at it here with “Blowing Up on the Small Screen, NBC tries to create big-budget, movie-style special effects once a week,” where we learn that Angela Bromstad, President of Prime-Time Entertainment at NBC, considers the new serial an “adrenalized version of ‘E.R.‘” O.K. then. (Somebody at this point could say something about how Technology’s March of Progress, the very same one that allows NBC / Universal / Open 4 Business Productions to do special effects cheaper these days, has given people other viewing options – so that’s why you’re never going to get anything close to an E.R. kind of viewership, beaucoup explosions ou pas.)
But look here, they’re still shooting this thing – here’s the scene last night at the always-foggy Music Concourse in Golden Gate Park. Hopefully this massive shoot didn’t disturb the late-night patrons checking out the fantastic Tut exhibit at the de Young Museum and/or the generous attendees of the annual Big Bang Gala at the California Academy of Sciences. There were scores of Traumatics milling about the Concourse Bowl, on the lower left. Look at them crane lights. Click to expand:
Ha! Sometimes it’s not foggy in GGP, as this shot of the Concourse from 1894 shows. Art imitates Life:
All right, on with the Viewing Parties skedded for Monday night. Will people actually develop drinking games where you have to take a slug every time “emergency staff countermands legal requirement, medical dogma, or orders from superior because they know it will kill the patient,” or something like that?
People will. Throw in “Sex Act On The Job,” “Twirlypopper Destroyed,” and “Beefcake! Beefcake!” and you’ll have a Tuesday morning hangover.
See you Monday, in front of the Idiot Panel!