Too old to Disney?

The house was freezing cold a few evenings ago. Daughter felt like ‘watching something.’ Having been recently set up with Disney+ it might have been me who suggested a Disney film. What with what’s happening in the world we sort of need light and fluffy. She wondered what film I’d be prepared to watch, and having very swiftly decided none of us were right for Bambi – all things considered – we looked through what they had. I settled for Frozen.

Daughter found it hard to believe that I’d want to watch it, but having missed it so far (when Offspring are old enough to do Disney without the parents) I felt I might as well educate myself. After all, there’s been enough about Frozen in the media for years.

Even the Resident IT Consultant was up for it, and having cranked up the thermostat a bit so we would be warmer than Anna, we had a lovely time. It’s true, it is a nice film. (Not at all like Moana.) And who’d not want a Sven in their life?

The next evening, we continued on the F-theme, with Freaky Friday – served up with fish & chips, delivered from the chippy in town (seeing as we can’t eat out). Many years ago I failed Daughter on two counts, by promising something was definitely going to happen and then due to unforeseen circumstances it didn’t. There were two such things. First, we never made it to see Freaky Friday in the cinemas, so had to make do with the DVD later on. The second was the meal of fish & chips that failed to materialise on holiday in Penzance.

So this was truly a killing of two Fs with one stone. Freaky Friday is a good film. It’s easy to overlook these things; light entertainment and Disney.

On social media I admitted in a Disney-thread discussion that someone had felt I was too old for Disney. I suspect it was Son. I suspect he meant little by it; mostly thinking I only ever watched because I had small children. Once. But he’s old now, and doesn’t seem to mind still watching. Hence his getting Disney+. Hence me sharing watching it.

NCIS – The North Pole

We saved this ‘Christmas episode’ of NCIS until the one who hadn’t yet caught up had departed, and while we could still muster up some Christmas cheer. Except, well, yes there were Christmas decorations. But it was not cheerful.

And either I’m getting old and slow, or the scriptwriters are upping their game considerably. I didn’t see much – any – of this coming. Despite me noticing the staircase as being a copy of Gibbs’s and wondering if it was going to be used in the same way again, seeing as Ziva was back. Again.

Well.

And there was a decent red herring, as well as a really strong clue, had I actually been awake for the first half of the season. I suppose most of us fell for that double bluff.

It’ll be interesting to see where they can go with the fallout from this. They could ignore it, and continue as if nothing had happened, as on other occasions in the past. Or not.

The card

Wishing you a very Happy Christmas!

Christmas tree

Did you know Marie?

Marie Fredriksson on Instagram

A week ago as the first news about Marie Fredriksson having died filtered through my social media, I turned to the Resident IT Consultant and said ‘If I say Marie Fredriksson has died, would you know who I meant?’

Not surprisingly the answer was ‘no.’ Then I suppose it was my fault, for trying to explain that she had – for a time – lived in the house that Mother-of-witch really wanted to live in, that she was one half of Roxette, singing with Per Gessle from Gyllene Tider. None of this hinted at greatness.

Marie Fredriksson in the Guardian

Later the same day he said with surprise that she’d been mentioned on the radio (=Radio 4). And the next day her photo was on the front page of the Guardian, with another inside and a half page article.

Marie Fredriksson in the Guardian

By the weekend the Guardian also published an obituary, quoting among the people who would miss Marie, the King (of Sweden; not Elvis).

Marie Fredriksson in the Guardian

I reckon the Resident IT Consultant was a little bemused. And I realised I should have said that Marie was one half of Roxette, second in fame and success only to ABBA. (He’s heard of them.)

The thing is, to me – who didn’t follow popular music in the 1980s or 1990s – she was the ‘local’ singer who’d done really well. Where she came from came first, not so much where she went to. And as I mentioned over on Bookwitch, I was in Sweden when her illness had just been diagnosed 17 years ago, reading the sensationalist headlines in the tabloid press. And what upset me was the thought of her small children. Because the mothers at the local playgroup considered her nice and friendly; someone who always said hello, and was not stuck-up like many other people nearby.

It was nice knowing your music, Marie, even if I came to it late. And I’m relieved your children had time to grow a little older, even if longer still would have been preferable.

NCIS: Los Angeles – A Bloody Brilliant Plan

To all my thousands of visitors who call in every weekend after watching NCIS: Los Angeles, I give you my Bloody Brilliant Plan.

As I’ve mentioned before, I gave up on Callen & co last winter. I am now 17 episodes behind. I decided on a new plan, which was to watch the latest episode, cold, with no inkling of what’s been going on recently. I felt it’d be interesting to see what a former fan would discover when revisiting old friends. Sorry that it’s last week’s, not the most recent episode.

It was amazingly British, or so they obviously thought. Let’s start on Hampstead Heath, where the balaclava-covered ‘villains’ broke into a house in London W8. But who cares? Didn’t look much like Hampstead.

But there is so much you can do with cockney accents and rhyming slang. They even had translations on the screen! If you can Adam and Eve it. (When will film makers make gold bars as heavy as they would be if they were real?)

Then back to LA, where the British villains don’t get put in the proper interrogation room, so we know they are all right really. Despite being British. Very pally. (Did some agent – the showbiz type, not the federal kind – ask if they could write something for one or two of their actors, so they could be in NCIS: Los Angeles?)

Before we even see the normal gang, we come face-to-face with Granger, who’s dead, just so we know about his daughter. This is a show that’s great with daughters. One of the cockney guys also had a daughter, which is what made him so OK.

The team are mostly as they were in January. Feisty, friendly, and dimmer than ten years ago. And I got the reference to clowns faster than Kensi did. But something appears to have happened to Eric and Nell. Instead we had Fatima, who was pretty good. She could do the work of both of them. I notice she’s in the cast list as agent…

There was absolutely nothing wrong with this episode, apart from the W8 thing. And that rhyming slang is less natural than they think, and gets tiresome. I’d say LA is still worth watching, for a bit of light entertainment. It’s just lost its sense of reality.

His Dark Materials – the BBC version

His Dark Materials BBC

No one could be more surprised than I am. But – so far – I don’t like His Dark Materials. Not one little bit. If I hadn’t read the books, I’d have no idea of what’s going on. If I hadn’t read the books I’d not be tempted to continue watching.

Having missed the first episode live last week I took to social media on Monday morning. I was upset to see that some people didn’t care for it. At all. But having time on my hands I read every status and every comment and came to the conclusion that more people liked it than not, and they’re people whose opinions I trust.

The Resident IT Consultant had liked it, and Son tweeted his approval. But then came the delayed viewing of Lyra’s Jordan, and separately from each other Daughter and I both found it wanting. She, charitably, said she’d give it one more chance. I have just done that, the second viewing, and, well, goody, they have already moved on to The Subtle Knife with some content.

Seeing as the first episode began with a scene from The Secret Commonwealth, I have to say we are getting a wide and varied diet here. We have a square alethiometer. And already Lyra has been told who her father is. Could have kept the suspense a bit longer, I feel.

Apart from Lyra, who’s very well played by Dafne Keen, they seem to have got most of the casting wrong. And there’s a definite lack of daemons everywhere. For instance, we’d never have been shown Billy Costa’s daemon last week if it didn’t have an important role to play later. Poor Ratter…

Meanwhile Lord Boreal is already climbing through windows.

Will I make time for episodes three and four? I am not sure. Can’t watch them live, but possibly curiosity will bring me to the television to catch up before the second half of His Dark Materials, by which I suppose we really mean The  Northern Lights, not the whole HDM, is on.

But oh, the disappointment.

(Co-published with Bookwitch)

Returning to their roots?

Hmm. Interesting.

Is NCIS attempting to return to the good old days? After my murderous outburst against Ziva’s sudden and illogical appearance, things are improving.

OK, third episode was a bit too much of navel gazing, or do I mean naval? But the last two weeks NCIS has begun to look rather more like it used to. The ending of episode five was almost textbook first two seasons.

I’ve quite enjoyed myself, and there’s been much less of the raging about how no one has looked at what they used to do. Someone might actually have done that. Still not keen on the new McGee, but even he has got less annoying.

Gibbs is back to being Gibbs, and Mark Harmon seems to have been sent packing. For the moment, anyway. Torres and Palmer and Kasie do well, and Bishop is OK.

I’m jinxing this, aren’t I? Let’s see what the next weeks bring. How about a ship or two? To remind us it’s the Navy.