I know I always talk about how I waste my time, but do I really talk about how I waste my time? I know this will shock you, but sometimes I do it the same way everyone else does, just watching TV. (You thought figuring out cold fusion, maybe? Nah!)
Of course, I'm not usually in charge of viewing choices, so there's a lot of PBS Kids on at my house. Curious George, Sid the Science Kid, Arthur & his gang are all regulars. I know the theme song to Wordgirl by heart. (Well, she is kinda my hero. I think I would be totally at home on the planet Lexicon!) And of course, there is the process of introducing the girls to the shows I watched as a kid. Well, I was doing that, until they asked if the shows looked so weird because technology hadn't been invented when I was a little girl. They did like the Vitameatavegimin episode of I Love Lucy, and they get Bewitched, which was my favorite at their ages. (They haven't caught up to the confusion of new Darrin yet.) We might go for Get Smart in a few years, just to make sure they know that Steve Carrell and Anne Hathaway are not the real Smart and 99.
Lately, they've developed a weird fascination with Full House, which was somehow anachronistic even when it was new. And really, you try explaining the fact that little Michelle, that roly-poly baby ball of blond wisecracks, was actually played by the Olsen twins. I showed the girls the Vogue magazine featuring the now skeletal Mary Kate and Ashley and their ready-to-wear empire, but I was met with utter disbelief. "First, mama, there is only one Michelle, so two girls could not be her," said Fiona, the existential philosopher, and from Delia, the pragmatist, "Those girls don't even look like Michelle, because they have pointy bones." She diplomatically added, "I think you might be making a mistake about this because the show was a really long time ago." Since I'm really not equipped to explicate child labor laws as they relate to 1980's television production, and can't possibly explain how the baby fat melted off of the skeletal clothes hangers Mary Kate and Ashley are today, I've let it go. Maybe they never were Michelle. It was a long time ago.
So I don't often get to pick what we watch, but when I do, (and here, I can't help but think of the Dos Equis guy, because, really, I watch plenty of TV) I confess that I am now a binge watcher. Since we gave up cable at the beginning of the year, we've used the much cheaper option of streaming TV to supplement the four channels (including PBS, thank goodness) that we can get with our modern day "rabbit ears." And, like most everyone else who has such access, I can't stop myself from watching one episode after another. Somehow, watching three so-so movies in a row doesn't do it for me, but I'll hit "watch next episode" over and over, given the opportunity.
|The Gg's at Luke's Diner, of course... from here|
Lately, there has been DI Lewis and his laconic partner Sgt. Hathaway on Inspector Lewis, the contemporary Oxford-set crime procedural. And before that, Detective Chief Superintendent Foyle, on Foyle's War, which is set in a coastal English town during World War II. Both have new episodes on PBS this season, so I have been catching up by watching old episodes. I see you yawning over there, but really, there is plenty of blood and sexual intrigue in these shows and the best thing about them is that the characters have an amazing way of shutting down bullshit with a quick phrase. The writers of these shows have the characters say the clever stuff that most mortals only think of long after the appropriate moment has passed. Plus, I would argue that Lewis and Hathaway have dialogue almost as snappy as Lorelai and Rory, but in that bitten-off British guy way that sounds so much smarter than most of what's on our side of the pond.
Three of the other shows I've been watching lately were cancelled long ago, but live on in the twilight of Netflix and Hulu, even though they have yet to achieve anything like cult status. Strangely, though I'm not a fan of the season-ending cliff hanger, I can make peace with a show that will stay unfinished forever. My taste clearly runs toward quirky antiheroes, men who are challenged by the system and by personal demons. Yeah, I like my main characters complex and smarter than everyone else in the room... And all of them are English guys playing tormented American everymen? Is that more than a little weird?
The first show is Life, which stars Londoner Damien Lewis, lately of the uber-popular Homeland, as Charlie Crews, a Los Angeles detective back on the homicide squad after serving twelve years in maximum security prison for a set of murders he did not commit. While in the joint, he calmed down by reading Buddhist philosophy and getting into fierce fighting shape in solitary confinement.
Awake features another Englishman, Jason Isaacs, as Michael Britten, another LAPD detective with issues. (Are there no Americans to play LA cops anymore?) After a horrible car accident, Britten lives in two realities, never sure which one, if either, is a dream. There are subtle differences in lighting and obvious differences in the cast in each part of his life, as in one reality his wife died in the accident and in the other, his son was killed.
In each reality, he sees a therapist who is trying to convince him to let go of the other life because it can't possibly exist. Incredibly, he manages to help his detective partner in each life solve a murder every week, using clues from both realities to piece the puzzles together. It is a pretty complicated set-up, which is certainly why it only lasted one season, and it requires real attention, which is something unexpectedly diverting in a TV show. The cancellation of this show was also certain, so the story line was wrapped up in a twisty last episode. Isaacs did a good job conveying the torment and confusion of his character, expressing grief for his family and fear that he was somehow responsible for the whole thing. There were also bits of humor punctuating the darkness and keeping viewers on track with the multi-layered plots.
Finally, I have to mention Eli Stone, which is found on HULU, because it is yet another British actor, Jonny Lee Miller (who is currently doing a modern day Sherlock Holmes on CBS, also good) as another American guy in a weird situation. And because I love it irrationally. Stone is a thirty-something big law attorney in San Fransisco who suffers from a series of hallucinations which often erupt into full blown musical numbers staged in offices, courtrooms, and Golden Gate Park.
Stone's visions cause him to stop the cut-throat corporate litigation that made him an asset to his national law firm and take up pro bono work which he believes will better the world. While his visions are eventually explained as the product of an inoperable brain aneurysm, he interprets them as signs he should follow and declines medical intervention (except for the occasional acupuncture session which clarifies the visions somehow) because he prefers the purpose this shift in his life has given him. The show is silly and philosophical and I'm sure that I was attracted to it when it came out because I was going to graduate from law school soon and wanted to see someone buck the billable hours trap and do some justice. I have yet to see the wrap up of this show, but I know it did not get the neat finish of Life and Awake. Still, I don't know of other shows where lawyers jump up on their desks and sing George Michael songs, so I will keep hitting next episode... until the kids want to watch Full House.