Every year I put together a brief summation of the television I enjoyed or alternatively didn't during the previous twelve months. My 2013 commentary is a little different, all confined to a single post and occasionally lacking the detail I've given previous round-ups. My television viewing has changed, though, along with my own aspirations as a writer. Anyway, television. No real spoilers this year.
Over the holidays I watched The Bourne Legacy, a standard action movie conspiracy yarn with little emotional heft or much memorable beyond a couple of bursts of random intensity. What lingered, though, was a scene involving an array of characters being shot one by one by a rogue agent. Individuals locked in a room, hiding in peril, an emotionless gunman slowly moving from person to person and murdering them in blunt horror. Watching it only a couple of days after the Newtown tragedy put a darker spin on the moment -- it was a scene that suddenly felt especially perverse, almost gleeful in its grotesque madness as we saw these people weeping on the ground, hoping that they wouldn't be spotted by the man with the gun.
