Surface
Maybe it's because I'm originally a prairie girl from the great landlocked state of Oklahoma, but come on, sea monsters? Not that scary. Just don't go in the water. I guess that's easier said than done if you're a SoCal marine biologist (Lake Bell), a Gulf Coast fisherman (Jay R. Ferguson) or an Outer Banks beach-bum-in-training (Carter Jenkins). These three haven't met yet (see also, why pilots suck), but something tells me they're about to team up and take on the government to discover just what's lurking beneath the waves. The premiere finds our heroes in their respective corners of the U.S., each going toe-to-fin with a big, bad underwater beastie. Or, in young Miles' case, the cute little spawn of said beastie. (Seriously, kid, can we not put our fingers in the sea-goo? That can't be sanitary.) Blah blah science talk, blah blah fisherman talk, we've never seen a creature like this before, blah blah. Exposition 2, Action 0.

OK, here's what it is. You know how these days when you go to a theme park and wait in line for one of those "experience" rides, you have to watch those little backstory featurettes where the characters set up why we're all in peril and therefore must board the roller coaster/log flume/flight simulator in order to save the world? That's Surface. And I'm gonna sweat the line, dang it, 'cause I think there's a chance the ride might be cool if we could just get on already.