Providelphia

Post Mortem: “Body of Proof”

Episode 1 of the made-in-Rhode-Island, set-in-Philadelphia, cadaver-of-the-week drama “Body of Proof” aired last Tuesday (with a second episode squeezed into the ABC Sunday lineup last night), so here are my first impressions:

The series is Hollywood slick, but the acting is uneven, and you would expect a first show to offer a little more edge and originality in either the plot (painfully contrived) or the ensemble characters (painfully familiar and forgettable). Dana Delany plays the main character, Dr. Megan Hunt, a brilliant medical examiner with Sherlock Holmes-esque powers of observation and deduction. Before her forensic career, Hunt was an ace neurosurgeon until a horrific traffic accident left her with a condition that causes her hands to cramp and numb without warning – a handicap that ended her first profession after she killed a woman on the operating table. She has no relationship whatsoever with her 12-year-old daughter, who lives with her embittered ex-husband. And, in a point made repeatedly during the first show, she has no friends. Wow. That’s a lot of baggage to carry.

One problem is that this kind of show has been done to death, and better, ranging from the “CSI” franchise to “Crossing Jordan” (with Jill Hennessy as a crime-solving forensic pathologist in Boston) and “Bones” (with Emily Deschanel as a forensic anthropologist in Washington, D.C.). Hunt’s medical examiner follows in the tradition of these talented, emotionally-stunted women who are more comfortable spending their days among corpses than with the living. In all of these shows, there’s murder and banter in equal doses, a few red herrings to carry the hour, a story arc peppered with obvious sexual chemistry between the female protagonist and her male partner, and throwaway lines of noir humor that border on parody.

In fact, parody might’ve been a better way to go. The genre was lampooned brilliantly in the Nicholas Stoller and Jason Segel movie, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” as the eponymous character spoofed the stock female crime-solver role in “Crime Scene: Scene of the Crime” and, during the final credits, “Animal Instincts.” (Check out the spin-off movie “Get Him to the Greek” for another short Sarah Marshall parody of a TV drama cliche, “Blind Medicine,” in which Kristen Bell plays a visually impaired nurse. Hysterical.)

If only “Body of Proof” had the guts to go all the way for camp. They could’ve invited a weekly celebrity cadaver (in the manner of the old celebrity super-villains on the 1960s “Batman” show, or the celebrity murderer on the not-camp-but-certainly-witty “Columbo”) to draw interest. Pay the standard slab rate to B actors that no longer have the option of going on “Love Boat,” “Fantasy Island” or “Tales from the Crypt.”

Another problem is this whole Providence-Philly mash-up. While the various Rhodyspotting scenes are fun, it’s jolting to see Pennsylvania cops hanging out by the Hot Club or a sudden exterior shot of the Billy Penn tower in the mix. I’m sure the folks in Pennsylvania are saying the same thing we are: “Hey, that’s not Philadelphia!” (Of course, Philly’s a bigger market than La Prov, to borrow a phrase from Phillipe & Jorge – may they rest in peace – which may explain why Rhody isn’t the setting as well as the location shoot.) Also, at least in the first episode, everybody who works in Providelphia (or Phillydence) seems to have spectacular, only slightly varied, views of the same city buildings.

The R.I. Film and TV Office along with many in the Ocean State are rooting for this show for the jobs it will provide and for the exposure it will bring. That’s fine (although let’s not be yahoos about it; if the show settles in as a standard, well-made forensic drama, that’s probably the best we can hope for.) It’s a shame, though. Providence would make a great noir town on the little screen. We have the infrastructure in place for gritty crime drama. Rampant corruption. Colorful real-life characters. The University of Rhode Island even offers a popular forensics lecture series during the academic year.

At any rate, the next time someone decides to film a series in Rhody with a weekly dead body count, let’s hope the autopsy reveals that the last meal included stuffies, wieners and strip pizza, not cheesesteaks.

What do you think of “Body of Proof”?