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Best to Watch in Suspension of Disbelief Mode
on July 21, 2015
This show is a mix of powerfully written characters and drama that often sweep one off one’s feet, but they are combined with plot contrivances that are so implausible and impossible that eventually – if you are watching and paying attention – these undermine and corrode the show’s strengths. Eventually, one feels that one is watching Hamlet or Lear strut around in a Marvel comic book and sometimes a Looney Tunes cartoon.
The Good Wife, Alicia Florrick, is married to a corrupt politician and is in her own right an attorney at a major law firm. There are few things sillier than having a major law firm (routinely) go to trial in a civil case and be surprised by testimony of the witnesses because in this tv-land drama no depositions had occurred before trial (this is supposed to create drama in the courtroom).
In one episode a victim is brutally murdered and one of his blood-soaked gloves goes missing. Police forensics are said to show that the blood of the killer is likely to be on the missing glove! The core of that episode hinges on what became of the missing glove. But of course the entire premise is nonsense because police have no reason to believe that the killer shed any blood at the scene unless they found some elsewhere, in which case the glove is moot.
Another episode hinges on information from a sealed deposition being leaked to the disadvantage of the two candidates for political office. The information is leaked to the chief justice of the local superior court who wants to enter the race but is prevented from doing so by blackmail of the senior partner of Alicia’s firm who has traced the leaker to the judge. So instead the judge nominates Wendy Scott Carr, one of the attorneys present at the sealed deposition and the presumptive leaker; and this goes unchallenged.
In another, an undercover Chicago PD drug enforcement officer who is under investigation goes to the Feds and offers to wear a wire and turn in his dirty cohorts for leniency. He is shot dead by a drug dealer as he is first-through-the-door on a raid into the dealer’s home and the feds know someone must have tipped off the drug dealer: which of the dirty cops is it? Well, it will turn out that there are no other dirty cops. The cop who went to the feds offering to implicate his buddies was the only dirty cop on the squad (can you believe this?!). And the tip-off came from the dirty cop’s wife who called the drug dealer from her work at a nursing home (can you believe that she would have the drug dealer’s phone number? that she would know her husband was first-through-the-door? that the drug dealer would not skedaddle and instead decide to go down in a blaze of gunfire with a squad of drug cops?). Why? Well she was an abused spouse, etc. All these contrivances is so that we can marvel at the irony of a system of justice in which the spouse somehow gets a multi-million dollar settlement for something or other so silly I now forget it. I won't mention the numerous episodes where time and space are warped to allow weeks-long investigations and discovery to take place within the course of a day, or hours, increasing tension and suspense if you don't stop to think about it.
Most of the episodes are riddled with problems of this sort. The show works much better if you promise yourself to watch it in suspended disbelief mode.