Glad I’m not the only one who picked up on Caine’s Batisms (use of Voice, Sunglasses/Mask and shadows). I kind of wish they’d do a CSI: Miami/Batman comic, just for the antler-bashing tension of it.

I like Caine because he’s not Grissom, and I like Grissom because he’s not Caine. Grissom, for the most part, is a dispassionate investigator. He knows that the only things that matter are the victim and the evidence. Caine takes everything personally: each crime is an affront to his sense of justice. It’s a nice balance, although I’ve just remembered Kim Delaney and her trembly, just-on-the-verge-of-a-panic-attack performance. Wonder what she’s doing now…

I, too, like Callie. Haven’t quite gotten used to the digest-sized replacement they found for her on West Wing.

I haven’t quite taken to Taylor, yet. His Holistic Detective act in the CSI:M episode where he first appears grated a little, but that was probably because of the camerawork, which had lard all over it. The “real” Taylor is more of a tabula rasa. He’s an ex-serviceman and a 911 widower…so what is he doing at CSI? Protecting his turf?

In fact, series two of CSI:NY has been downright odd, so far. They’ve binned the young CSI in favour of a country mouse, the pathologist is now a forensic scientist all of a sudden (that thud you just heard is probably his pay packet dropping through the floor), and the subplots about the potentially corrupt Italian lad and the hot diner lady have vanished.

Incidentally, overheard at my local comic shop:

Ten year-old boy: Mom! Mom, look!
Mother: What is it, Kelvin?
Boy: It’s C.S.I., Mom!
Mom: What’s that?
Boy: C.S.I., Mom! Look, it’s Grissom! GRISSOM!

Spider-WHO?

Max Allan Collins’ CSI comics have been enjoyable reading. I’m looking forward to reading Steven Grant’s run, though.

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