In what might eventually prove to be a feeble attempt at connecting with his adopted city, Andrew is watching every episode of Nash Bridges’ inaugural season. His analysis of this once-popular television program can be found here and on AggressivePanhandler every Friday until the SF Public Library makes him return the DVDs. If you missed last week, you can always catch up here.
SPOILER ALERT: By the end of this episode, Nash Bridges will not solve a crime. This is starting to be a problem because that means we’ll be a quarter of the way through the first season’s run of eight episodes and Nash will be little more than a Reno Lounge Act cracking jokes and performing illusions while doing zero actual detective work.
I mean, I was never a huge fan of cop shows, mostly because I am not my grandfather (#teamconan!), but I’m pretty sure that detectives are supposed to be trained to look for clues and follow up on leads in order to SOLVE CRIMES. The premise of this show relies partially on the fact that other members of the SFPD don’t agree with Nash’s tactics. I can see why. It’s because Nash has no tactics, and no one likes the jerk who sits back, waits for all the pieces to fall into place and then takes all the credit for it. More on this later…
So, Episode 2: “Home Invasion” opens with (naturally) a home invasion. Through the jerky slow-mo of a Brian DePalma movie, we see a Winnebago on a nameless street and some face-painted intruders breaking into the home of a wealthy Asian gentleman. Meanwhile, Nash is returning home to his condemned very classy apartment. Judging by the enthusiasm he has for cracking open a beer, I can assume he had a very long day of doing nothing at his bullshit detective job while Harvey (the Deadhead one) called phone sex lines and Cortez (the go-getter sidekick) actually tried to stop some crime or at least go fetch Nash a latt
