I'm Officially Apologising to CSI: New York

I was perhaps a little hard on CSI: New York when I said they were pushing the grotesquery angle too far this season.

Because now I’m watching Bones.

Just in case, and it’s possible, you’re not actually watching Bones, this is an episode in which they find a woman’s body, in a trunk, with the bones removed.

Which is a little odd, the lack of bones, given that the show is called Bones, but I think that’s designed to allow Bones to work out the personal relationship she’s been exploring for the past three or four episodes . . . or something.

I forget.

I get bored with that angle.

But, be that as it may, the body stripped of bones and then stitched back up was bad enough.

Then they said that the body had been boiled first.

Bear in mind that we’d seen the body from at least four or five different angles at this point.

ME: Boiled? Did they actually say boiled?
NICK: Boiled?
SEELEY BOOTH: Boiled?

Yep, we were all pretty much uncomfortable with that, even the character paid to read the lines.

Then, it got worse.

They tried to recreate the dead woman’s face by . . . you know, I don’t want to go into details.

(A football bladder was involved.)

But we had to watch it: in fact, we had to watch it inflate and then deflate.

I honestly don’t think I’ve seen anything more revolting.

You know, Bones, I will keep watching you. I have enough residual affection for David Boreanaz, thanks to Angel, to watch almost anything except Valentine or . . . well, any movie he might make, actually.

But I would really, really appreciate it if you would avoid boiled bodies with their bones removed and, especially, anything to do with footballs.

Especially the footballs.