M. Night Shyamalan's FOX mini-series "Wayward Pines" opens
with a shot of an opening eye to reveal a man in a suit on his back in a woods.
It has to be a conscious nod to "LOST,"
which opened identically, right? Why not confront up front? "Yeah, we're like LOST. Deal with it." As I watched the five episodes of this odd
mystery series that were made available to press, I noticed more and more
obvious inspirations. There's a bit of cribbing from "Twin Peaks," some set
pieces that should remind gamers of "Silent Hill," thematic commonalities with "The
Truman Show," an echo of "The Village," a similar flavor to "Under the Dome,"
and, of course, viewers of a certain age will think the whole thing oddly
reminiscent of "The Prisoner." And yet all of these inspirations eventually
come together to form something new, something entertaining enough to keep you
going until it really turns in episode five, directed by the excellent James
Foley ("Glengarry Glen Ross," "House of Cards," "Hannibal"), into something
that is at least verging on greatness. If you have the patience to get there
through some bumpy spots in the first few episodes, "Wayward Pines" really
starts to work. And become something of its own. Someday we may even say, "That
reminds me of Wayward Pines."

Ethan Burke (Matt Dillon) is looking for two missing
partners when he gets into a horrible car accident. He wakes in the woods, just
outside the pleasant-looking town of Wayward Pines, Idaho. Soon, he's in a
hospital run by a clearly sadistic nurse (Melissa Leo) and bizarrely bereft of
fellow patients. He escapes the hospital, where he befriends a local bartender
(Juliette Lewis) and crosses paths with a nefarious sheriff (Terrence Howard),
who basically tells him there's no way to leave Wayward Pines. He even finds
one of his missing partners, Kate (Carla Gugino), with whom he once had an
affair. Kate tells him she's been there 12 years (even though he saw her five weeks ago), just before she warns him
that they are always watching and
always listening. Meanwhile, Ethan's wife (Shannyn Sosamon) and son (Charlie
Tahan) try to track down their missing family member. Toby Jones shines as a
doctor who clearly knows more than anyone else in town while even small parts
are filled out with excellent TV character actors like "Homicide"'s Reed
Diamond.

At first, "Wayward Pines" doesn't quite have the visual
personality to match its narrative oddity. It wants to be "Twin Peaks" or "Silent
Hill" but isn't creepy enough to manage either tonally. The stakes don't feel
high enough. And poor Dillon is stuck without a character, as he's mostly in
service of a runaway narrative, always commenting on what he needs to do next
or asking what's happening now. There should be a disorienting quality to the
first few episodes that's just not quite there. The incredible thematic depth—identity,
history, the future all turned in on each other—isn't quite explored, and I
could easily see viewers getting frustrated by the storytelling of the first
three episodes.

Be patient. The repetition fades away as writer Chad Hodge
(who adapted his books) starts working more with answers than questions, and
even the already-strong cast improves as "Weeds" veteran Justin Kirk gets some
great time in the spotlight in episode four and Hope Davis steals both four and
five. Giving a student orientation and casually throwing in the line, "Assuming you all make it through today…"
is the kind of picket fence malevolence that Davis does as well as anybody. The
show actually pays off on its premise by episode five, answering so many
questions that I expected to be drawn out until the finale. It makes me wonder
where they're going in the second half of the series. And excited to find out.

Brian Tallerico

Brian Tallerico is the Managing Editor of RogerEbert.com, and also covers television, film, Blu-ray, and video games. He is also a writer for Vulture, The Playlist, The New York Times, and GQ, and the President of the Chicago Film Critics Association.

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