This episode was directed by Steven Spielberg’s long-time cinematographer Janusz Kaminski, for some reason; lots of vaguely disconcerting close-ups. Anyway, we’re back with the Alien National Convention, and The Event’s burning desire to be 24; in fairness these parts of the show have generally worked much better than the rest. There’s a siege going on, and the President gives Sophia a 10 minute deadline to surrender – after which I half-expected to see 24’s beeping clock – following which he’s going to level the place. The delay, he advises Zeljko, isn’t for “humanitarian reasons”. Well, it wouldn’t be, would it? Fortunately for the aliens Sophia’s got a stunt up her sleeve: “You have no idea what we’re capable of”, she replies. It’s hard to escape the suspicion that the writers haven’t either.
This all plays out improbably but well enough, which is fortunate; elsewhere we’ve got Dempsey blathering on about ancient French amphoras, and Sean on the run again, even if Vicky, his new travelling companion, is significantly more interesting than Leila, now reduced to hanging out with the aliens and occasional exposition duties. I think she was on the bus which didn’t get blown up, but whether she’s alive or dead it’s hard to imagine her acting style changing. In whatever time this show has left to it, the showrunners might be well advised to stick with the 24-lite.