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Salvation Is TV’s Rinky-dink Answer to Armageddon

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The summer science-fiction “event” Salvation, which starts tonight on CBS, is oddly out-of-step with the rest of scripted television. Rather than back up the assertion that TV can do almost anything that theatrical films once did, it reminds you that there are some things that TV probably shouldn’t attempt, unless the people running the show have (a) oodles of money to throw at the screen, and (b) formidable storytelling chops.

Salvation, a series about scientists and military people trying to prevent an asteroid from wiping out humanity, obviously lacks (a) and seems fairly deficient in (b) as well. It’s a rinky-dinky answer to a couple of films that were big 20 years ago, Armageddon and Deep Impact. Both were about extinction-level threats: In the first movie, it was an asteroid “the size of Texas, Mr. President,” to quote Billy Bob Thornton’s memorable formulation, while in the second movie it was a comet that was supposed to send us all to dinosaurland. Lacking the exuberant trashiness of the former film and the earnest sentiment of the latter, Salvation contents itself with herding a bunch of great-looking but bland people into rooms filled with monitors, as well as hallways equipped with retinal scanners and the like, then has them squabble about how best to stop the giant rock tumbling toward Earth, with occasional interludes where they talk about their personal problems, which somehow manage to be less interesting than the ones that got sandwiched into the main plots of Armageddon and Deep Impact.

Occasionally we get a field trip to the outdoors, or into space, as our heroes use elbow grease and can-do determination to try to stop the asteroid, nicknamed Samson. Problem is, you can’t nuke the damned thing, because that would only tear it apart into lots of smaller rocks that would cause just as much damage, but in more places. No, we have to deflect it with a “gravity tractor,” which looks a bit like a scale model of a satellite from the 1970s. An opening sequence re-creating the real-life damage caused by the 2013 Chelyabinsk meteor incident in Russia illustrates the gravity, pun intended, of Samson’s threat. Salvation gets into the nitty-gritty portion of the tale only after a counterproductive lead-up, in which MIT grad student Liam Cole (Charlie Rowe) figures out what’s going on, then brings his findings to tech guru Darius Tanz (Santiago Cabrera), only to trigger an NSA panic that brings both men and their colleagues into government custody, where they learn that the government, represented by Pentagon information officer Grace Barrows (Jennifer Finnigan), is already working on the problem. I’m honestly not sure why we needed to see other people figuring out a problem that the authorities were already well aware of, and that we viewers were aware of before any of the characters (because why would we even be watching this if we didn’t know it was about a killer asteroid?). But that’s the mentality of this series, which expends prodigious energy on everything except what you actually want out of a project like this: cool problem-solving and fiery destruction.

There isn’t a single memorable performance anywhere in Salvation, although, to be fair to the cast, with a script this perfunctory, escaping with one’s dignity intact is job no. 1 anyway. There is no direction to speak of, just shots of people saying lines, all cut together as chaotically as possible, the better to suggest “excitement” that the mini-series itself can’t generate. The most entertaining performance is by astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, who goes on a fictionalized news channel to plea for early detection systems that’ll identify rogue asteroids more quickly, because if a giant rock is out there waiting to splinter our planet and wipe out civilization, “We just won’t even know it until it’s too late.” As Tyson says that last phrase, his eyes widen in an almost pleading way, as if he’s realizing how bad this whole enterprise is, and what a terrible idea it was to lend his name to it. Perhaps we should pay for early detection systems to warn famous scientists not to play themselves on TV.

Salvation Is TV’s Rinky-dink Answer to Armageddon