TV adaptation is a slo-mo jog to nowhere. Review by Brandon Wolfe For a television series that was, at the peak of its heyday, the most popular show in the world, Baywatch has had a surprisingly shallow cultural footprint. Maybe it’s not that surprising. It was a show built around watching Pamela Anderson and other beach beauties (and David Hasselhoff, if you’re into the carpet-chest thing) run around a beach in slow motion. That slo-mo running, with the accompanying heaving bosoms jutting out of tight red one-pieces, is almost certainly the only thing anyone has retained of Baywatch , whether they were an avid viewer or not. Perhaps that’s all there ever was to retain. Given the source material’s paucity of substance, the creators of the new Baywatch movie have decided to go the same spoof route that the film version of 21 Jump Street rode to great success. That was another show that burned bright in its day, but left little impression, its central premise and the Johnny Depp ...