I'm a beatnik at heart. So, when Traveler
began with talk of Kerouac, and young men quoting “On the Road,” I was hopeful. When Traveler
hit its stride, I was discouraged, but still optimistic. The show still held the straining rhythms of that age. Glimpses of Ginsberg, more Kerouac, and a little of Burroughs rancid paranoia to round it all out. But like the real beatniks, Traveler
was part of a fad, and all fads eventually disperse into transparency. Traveler
was one last attempt to snag the reigns of a weirdness infused serial adventure.
“What is your motivation?” seemed to be the question of the week for Traveler
. The premise in the beginning was just surreal enough to click with an old Lost veteran like myself. Suddenly wanted for the crime of their best friend, two young men find they cannot even prove their friend exists.
The more they fail in this process, the more they run into forces that seem determined to prevent them from ever finding a shred of proof that their friend ever walked the face of the Earth. Their hopes of absolution dashed by inexplicable plot twists, and characters that hover like dark clouds of nebulous intent.
In a way, Traveler
is very much like “On The Road.” It follows logic that can only be produced by stream of consciousness. They are making it up as they go along. A technique that is either a shows crowning achievement, or its most loathed indiscretion.
would have made a great movie. In reality, it probably only had enough gas in its engine to get that far without limping. Traveler
had the capacity to do great things, in another format. Unfortunately, its creators had different ideas. Like Sal Paradise, following the serpentine road of fate from coast to coast, Traveler
when into the night with no destination in mind, and no idea how to get there.
- Jon Lachonis, BuddyTV Senior Writer
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