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The moment I knew I had never seen a show like Jericho was when Dale Turner crossed the cluttered side street to the double wide he shares with his single mom and opens the door to the world they share. A world so there it dares you doubt it; an environment so complex it feels both familiar and foreign. Familiar because it speaks to the intimacy of home and foreign because that intimacy has been so adroitly captured that we almost feel as though we are trespassing. On the counter in the middle of everything there is an answering machine with the red new message light flashing slowly on and off in time like a cursor.
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It is later that evening. Dale is slumped at the counter. The sun has gone down. He plays the message.
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Dale’s Mother:”Hi Dale, Sorry I didn’t call sooner angel but we decided to stay in the city an extra couple of days”.
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Mans Voice: “Put down the phone and come to bed”.
Dale’s Mother:” Honey stop that, it’s my kid…Baby what are you staring at out the window?”
Mans voice: “Get over here and look at this”!
Dale’s Mother: “What is that? Oh my god… Oh my god…”
The message ends with shattering glass cut short.
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And our understanding of Dale Turner has increased by tenfold.
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