Maggie Q and Dylan McDermott in CBS's Stalker.
Maggie Q and Dylan McDermott in CBS's Stalker.
One of the luxuries of cultural abundance is the wonderful freedom of saying, "I could wait and see, but I don't have any reason to wait and see, because life is short, good things are plentiful, and your pilot makes me feel like I have food poisoning."
CBS has constructed a good part of its considerable strength on procedurals: NCIS and its offshoots, CSI and its offshoots — the network currently has at least 12 shows, depending on how you count, that would qualify as detectives and cops and amateurs handling crimes every week.
Its newest is Stalker, starring Maggie Q and Dylan McDermott as detectives who work on stalking cases for the LAPD. It comes from Kevin Williamson, who has a considerable history in darkly comic horror like the Scream movies and The Faculty, but who has recently shifted toward straight-up nightmare material like The Following on Fox — and now this.
It opens with a scene in which we watch as a terrified, desperate young woman repeatedly tries and ultimately fails to get away from a masked and hooded man who douses her with gasoline, traps her in her car, watches as she makes a few last-ditch efforts to save herself, and then burns her alive. This is not Law & Order, where the story always begins with the discovery of the body. This is an opening in which you get to watch along with this woman's stalker as she begs, screams, cries and is murdered.
This is all meant to be necessary setup for the detective story, in which Beth (Maggie Q), the skilled, professional detective, meets up with Jack (McDermott), the troublemaking, makes-his-own-rules detective who's just arrived from New York. They investigate the case, and their characters come into focus in that one night, we get to watch in an oblique reflection as Beth takes her shirt off, and then we get to watch her nervously close her blinds and lock her doors, because, of course, as is always the case with TV cops — especially the women — For Her It's Personal.
Jack, for his part, lectures her about the way she dresses, which he considers sexy and therefore aimed at provoking men, a character detail that is distasteful at best for someone working with female stalking victims. Moreover, he demonstrates an inability to take "no" for an answer from the women in his own life. That's not cute. It's not daring. It's not all that interesting. It's just revolting. He should be fired. And disciplined. He doesn't have the judgment to pull soft-serve ice cream at a diner unsupervised, let alone deal with crime victims.
But you can see why they keep him around: Mostly, Beth's detective work involves lecturing from the facts and statistics she's learned about stalkers, while Jack's detective work involves flashes of insight and brilliance that actually help solve the case.
Look, all crime procedurals have an element of voyeurism and sensationalism about violence. It would be silly to act like they don't. I've watched a lot of SVU; I'm not better than anybody. But not all of them declare themselves out of the gate by torturing and murdering a terrified woman and watching her die. Not all of them later repeat the attack on a different woman, who is also doused with gasoline and also shrieks in desperation and terror, but who manages to get away. Most of them spend more time with the cops and less time hanging around with the bad guys, watching their violence.
You could wonder whether the show might be less sadistic after the pilot. You could wonder whether they'll eventually develop Beth and Jack into more than Bookish Tormented Righteous Cop and Street Smart Bad Cop. You could focus on the legitimately unsettling way the attack sequences are shot and try to admire the work that went into making them hard to watch. It could get better. It could at least get interesting. You could choose to hang in, doggedly waiting to see whether at some point it will be less distasteful.
But here's the question: WHY? Why would anyone do that? There is an absolute glut of good television — even scary television — that doesn't require that you check yourself to make sure your darkest self isn't the part of you they're trying to reach. There are plenty of crime shows that don't come across like a few scraps of storytelling hung on a bunch of chances to see women shriek in terror. There are plenty of crime shows that don't seem to find it essential that you're present for all the suffering. There are plenty of detective shows that know how to write good detective stories.
In fact, this isn't really a detective show at all; it's a horror show pretending to be a detective show, and worse, in some of the promos, it's selling itself as some sort of compassionate outreach to the stalking victims of the world, which is about as persuasive as selling Saw as a documentary about hardware stores.
As horror, it's really got nothing to say. It's not creepy or eerie or even all that scary, it's just mean and boring, and you have better things to do, no matter how little you have to do. Watch a better show. Go to the movies. Pick up a book. Polish your metal. Stare at a dog. Stare at the sun. You have everything to gain, compared to watching Stalker.