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<title>
Mar. 22, 1993: Reviews:Television
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Mar. 22, 1993 Can Animals Think
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 74
TELEVISION
Downtown Pleasures
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<p>By RICHARD ZOGLIN
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<l>SHOW: TRIBECA</l>
<l>TIME: Tuesdays, 9 P.M. EST, Fox</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Robert De Niro's new anthology show is
original and exciting; just please don't call it quality.
</p>
<p> Get ready for that word again. Tribeca, the first TV
series from Robert De Niro's New York City-based Tribeca
Productions, is sure to be hailed by critics as "quality"
television. The term once conveyed innocent praise, but lately
it has become freighted with sanctimoniousness--a club to beat
the heads of dopey network executives who won't renew Brooklyn
Bridge. TV shows should not strive for "quality." They should
strive to be good. Tribeca is a good show.
</p>
<p> Or at least, sometimes good. The series is a rare
contemporary example of that toughest of all TV genres, the
anthology show. Each week features a different, unrelated story
linked only by the downtown Manhattan setting and a couple of
recurring secondary characters (Philip Bosco as the owner of a
restaurant and Joe Morton as a policeman who frequents it).
</p>
<p> The first episode works nicely against TV type. The story
deals with two black brothers, but there is no jivey street
talk. The younger (Larry Fishburne) is a policeman, but we never
see him draw a gun. The elder (Carl Lumbly) is an uptight
banker, the sort of Republican stick-in-the-mud who gets
lampooned on TV sitcoms. When the banker is killed in a mugging,
the cop must grapple with a range of emotions: a craving for
revenge; an emerging sense of responsibility for his brother's
family; even (suggested ever so delicately) romantic stirrings
for his sister-in-law. Some of the dialogue clangs with
touchy-feely phoniness ("How come you didn't cry when my father
was killed?" an angry boy demands of his uncle). But the show
scores with scenes of luminous originality and emotional truth:
an improvised dance of grief by the widow; a jail-cell encounter
between the cop and a man arrested for his brother's murder, in
which hate runs smack into pity.
</p>
<p> Later episodes waver between heavy-handed (Stephen Lang
hamming it up as an embittered homeless man) and limply
appealing (Melanie Mayron having relationship troubles). Like
all anthology shows, Tribeca will have its ups and downs. But
it also offers the pleasures of unpredictability: the sight of
thinking, autonomous human beings facing real-world problems
with no week-to-week narrative obligations. Don't call that
quality; call it excitement.
</p>
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