A guilty pleasure that remains a pleasure.

I don’t feel guilty at all about my fondness for Midnight, Texas, in the context of it being on the NBC Network. I liked Grimm, but I like MT more. It’s less formulaic than Grimm. It’s not a gussied-up Cop Procedural. The fourth episode of this second season impressed me. The characters are becoming more well-defined, sympathetic and likeable. Tonight we got to see Olivia’s vulnerable and (hidden) maternal side, not only in her tough-but-tender moments with young Mary, but also when the Olivia I’ve always known and loved kicked the crap out of the guy trying to restrain Mary, then chucked a knife into that evil bitch, Grace. I am loving the way the Angel, Jason, is being developed by both the actor and the narrative. He is a truly kind and loving being, but one behind whom lurks the energy of the verse, “Vengeance is Mine, sayeth The Lord.” In fact, there is not one unlikeable character in the main cast, though the faith healer will become one. Do the scripts cut some corners, is the writing aimed at the Lowest Common Denominator, is the budget low? Yes, to all of these. Does the show make me laugh, make me feel involved, have mass appeal but still not make me feel I’m being treated like an idiot, and now and the toss me wonderful flights of fancy like the accelerated physical, cognitive and emotional growth of a newborn weretiger or the gay love between an Angel and a Demon? Here again, yes.

Plus, I’ve been a Peter Mensah fan since Day One of Spartacus, and the faith healer’s wife is SMOKIN’ hot.