I was traveling last week and didn’t get a chance to watch the two-hour season premiere of House until this past weekend. Kish and I had different reactions to it: she thought it was pretty mediocre, and I thought it was pretty good. I liked most of the new characters in the psychiatric hospital and the fact that House had to work to earn the recommendation letter that was essential to allow him to return to doing what he loves, which is to solve puzzles while practicing medicine. Although there were some groaner plot devices — and the inevitable reminders of One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, but with Lady Musicbox instead of Chief Broom — I liked the notion of House finally coming to realize that he needed to make a change for himself. Finally, I thought the psychiatrist was an evenly matched foil for House, and I hope he remains an occasional character.
Last season Dr. Gregory House came to be such a jerk that the show was, at times, incredibly difficult to watch, much less accept as the product of ordinary dramatic license. I’m hoping that this season House struggles to behave like a human being while trying to preserve his extraordinary diagnostic skills. That story arc will be a lot more interesting than the lame “romance” between Foreman and 13, Cuddy’s decision to adopt a child, or the other forced plotlines that made last season such a weak one.