And there's a lot more to enjoy in the show's premiere, tonight at 10 on Channel 5, which is a really nice surprise. "Life on Mars" underwent creative turmoil on its way to this plum spot after "Grey's Anatomy," including a rejected pilot by David E. Kelley that was set in Los Angeles. But the current executive producers, the "October Road" team of Josh Appelbaum, Andre Nemec, and Scott Rosenberg, have righted the ship. They've pulled together a vivid cast and evoked the ideal tone - not comedy, not psychodrama, not sci fi, but an intriguingly evasive blend of them all.
In 2008, Sam is a New York cop trying to rescue his cop girlfriend, Maya (Lisa Bonet), when he's hit by a car. After he comes to, he's still a New York cop, but he's living in the early-'70s land of 8 tracks, Vietnam War headlines, and sing-songy commercials like "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is." His fellow cops, sitting in a cigarette-hazed precinct, are eccentric enough to ignore his ravings about being from the future. They just think he's the strange new guy. Harvey Keitel is the brusque boss - the baddish lieutenant - who cares nothing about search warrants; Michael Imperioli, with a groovy handlebar mustache, is a competitive detective; Gretchen Mol is the token woman dismissively known by the guys as "No Nuts."
What's going on? The 1973 cop ensemble will solve crimes-of-the-week, and Sam's "CSI"-era awareness of forensics will come in handy; but the show will also slowly reveal the reason behind Sam's dislocation, as an ongoing story line. Like the "Lost" characters, Sam is uneasily unstuck in time, and the "Life on Mars" writers are going to tease out all of the strangeness of that notion before giving us solid answers. (Let's hope the solution has more internal logic than last season's failed time-travel effort, "Journeyman" on NBC.)