Somewhere in the ether I have bits and drabs of a post about the British series Eleventh Hour (starring Patrick Stewart) which I got from Netflix this last Summer. I remember thinking that it was more a series of one-hour movie specials than a series, kind of like one of the Miss Marple movies on PBS (where she goes somewhere different each mystery, sees entirely different people, and the friends she talks about are disjoint from the friends mentioned in other movies). I thought some of the Eleventh Hour stories were vaguely interesting, but Patrick Stewart was not especially believable as top of the game at most major sciences. (Scientists, in my experience, tend to get stentorian as their grasp on the cusp of discovery laxes.) Some of the stories were blatantly offensive, especially the first one about human cloning.
Now, fast forward out of flashback, Eleventh Hour was remade for American audiences and the premiere episode aired this week. It’s starring Rufus Sewell, famed in song and dance as being eye candy to a lot of my female friends of a certain age. He was more believable as the scientist because his knowledge was more of the “You would need X years of specialization to do this, so it cannot be this suspect.” type. Plus he doesn’t bring that stage actors’ tendency to play to the rafters.
However, the show was almost word for word the exact same script as the first episode of the British version. They changed the main character’s name from Ian to Jacob— but surprisingly he hasn’t gone all Biblical yet (that’s the only reason I can think of to make the change, to make his character more Christian seeming.) And there was a lot less dialogue and interplay between supporting characters. But they preserved all the diatribe about how cloning humans is an abomination before God but cloning sheep is not. And they preserved all the plot about how the surrogate mother is willing to risk her life so her son is not taken away from her, even though he would undoubtedly be better off with adoptive parents. (She’s 19 in the show, her son is 4, she doesn’t have parents in the picture, you know she has zero prospects.)
I found it was hard to sit through a show I’d already seen. Deja Vu the whole way through. The second problem is that I really didn’t understand why the man who lost his son would spend a billion dollars trying to have him cloned. Perhaps because my expenditures are all the other way, toward preventing pregnancy, I find myself completely flummoxed by the concept. Why on Earth would someone want a child enough to waste a billion dollars cloning it? Wouldn’t the world be better off if the rich dude had spent the money funding a private orphanage to creche 10,000 unwanted babies? Or traditionally adopting 10 and actually being their dad?
It’s a bizarre story to have started a show with unless you wanted to get your show cancelled.