Why is it that in filmic comedy time has become such an important player?

Characters come and go in Heroes, which has in the past few weeks lost some of its edge, the narrative blurring around problems with inertia and focus. It’s a simple problem: ensembles can, without a cohesive focus, produce spaghetti, a sense that while players may be significant their connective tissue is mere trickery. Too many coincidences force a conclusion.

Redemption’s possible though. The theme, the connective tissue, may indeed be time itself, while death plays the role of plot or fork. The fork may have to be the key frame.

This is just a quick jot.