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Grimm Is A Terrible Show And You Shouldn't Watch It

As always, it seems like genre shows come in waves. This year we've got a theme of fairy tale characters meet reality, I've watched two shows that both fit into this slot, Grimm and Once Upon A Time. Today we're talking about Grimm.

The main character is a homicide detective named Nick Burkhardt, who is unknowingly the last in a long line of "Grimm"s. A Grimm is basically the justice system of the world of fairy tale creatures. They're judge, jury and executioners. Ya see, there's a sort of truce between the fairy creatures, and mankind, that only the Grimm's know of. In theory this means that our pal Nick should be running around and smoking whatever goes bump in the night in the wrong manner, but instead, he's a cop, so he runs into these creatures in the line of his work, and he has to go about it like a cop. The result is that you end up with a really frustrating hour of television, where all the major players all know who the bad guy is, and the proper way to stop them, but can't do anything about it, because the police will know.

The one saving grace of the show is the sometimes partner to the Grimm, Monroe, who is something called a Wieder Blutbad. Basically, he's the big bad wolf from Little Red Riding Hood, but he's got a strict regiment that involves a special diet, and regular Pilates workouts, to suppress his urges to grab every little girl wearing a red sweatshirt that he sees on the street. Monroe is basically a cowardly, wiseass, whom when cornered is capable of ripping your arms out of their sockets.

The failing of Grimm isn't that it's bad, because I'll watch just about anything terrible, I watched every episode of The Cape after all, but rather that it's uninteresting. When you clearly know what's going on for the entire episode, and can't figure out why the hero doesn't just do "X" to resolve the problem, when he does eventually come to some sort of conclusion, you're just left thinking "way to go dumbass".

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