Somewhere in the FlashForward writers room, there is a calendar. Every day, the writers look over at it nervously, wondering when this season will be over, so the show can be canceled and they can find new work. On every Thursday is written a little note that says, “NEW EPISODE.” I like to imagine the calendar has kittens or balloons or Mr. T on it. It’s where they turn when they need the solace of knowing that things will get better soon, that everything will improve, unless those rumors that the show does so well overseas that it will have to be renewed prove true. A few months ago, the writers of FlashForward looked up, saw the words “NEW EPISODE” written on April 15 and realized, with a start, that that was just two weeks away from the fabled April 29. “Well, shit,” they said, unlacing their hands and pulling them out from behind their heads, “better get the plots a-movin’.
— “Let No Man Put Asunder” | FlashForward | TV Club | TV | The A.V. Club
