I struggled to think of something to watch on television the other night. I was alone, and could do what I wanted, but suddenly I could think of nothing. Dug out an episode of NCIS from last year, to see whether it was as bad as I remembered.
Then, as it ended, and the television turned onto BBC Four again, I discovered a sad old man playing the piano and singing. He looked a little like Elvis.
It was Elvis.
It looked like the programme was just starting, so I remained where I was, deciding I could watch this. It was really sad. Enlightening, too, but mostly sad.
I’m an age where Elvis always existed, and while I liked his singing, I had despised the way he kept embarrassing himself towards the end. That’s the folly of youth, for you.
Now I know what happened to him, and how this handsome man went downhill so fast in the end. I vaguely knew that the ‘colonel’ was not good for him, but had not really grasped quite how not good he was. Seems like Elvis was a slave, and like all slaves he clearly had a breaking point.
Having ignored most of the ghastly films, I was unaware of the effect these had had on Elvis. I mostly remember the music after, for a few years, before the poor man was made to perform like a monkey, day in and day out.
It’d be wrong to say it was an enjoyable programme, but it was good. Now I know better. And I was happy to ‘meet’ Roy Hamilton, Elvis’s singing hero. Perhaps I ought to find more accidental programmes.
It’s a good start. We watched two episodes of Good Omens on the first day, and we like it. One shouldn’t be greedy and watch it all, but this was a cheering thing.
I’d not been able to think ahead, as to whether Michael Sheen and David Tennant would be right for the roles. They are, though. I remember only enough of the details of the book to know that this is good and fun, and not so much that any dreadful discrepancies are able to howl at me.
But then, do you get those when the script has been written by [one of] the authors?
Now, how to pace ourselves a little..?
How could they? I was all poised to say how much better an ending to the current season Bull could offer, when it turned out they couldn’t.
Dead child as the problem of the week, followed by more baby trouble in the office.
While it was fun to see little Benny attack his much larger boss, and while his reasons are admirable, this is not realistic. The same goes for Marissa’s baby plans. Much as I dislike her husband, this was not the way to deal with their baby dreams.
As for Bull and his lady friends, I prefer Diana to the ex-wife. I know they look identical, but everyone needs to grow up. Here’s to hoping the scriptwriters can deal with the cliffhanger nice and quick when September comes. Especially if you consider the child issues and the NCIS finale as well.
Apart from the Nobel prize discrepancies, the final Big Bang Theory was well executed. In fact, while episodes 23 and 24 were fun and it was good to see ‘everything’ sorted out after twelve years, it was episode 22 I particularly liked.
There was such a lot of good writing, with excellent humour. I mean, even for a comedy. While I’m sure most shows can be revived, even against their wishes, it seems as if the Big Bang writers tried to tie up as many threads as possible, making a return not at all necessary.
If Sheldon has had enough, there can be no more BBT. He might be obnoxious, but he is necessary. I’m glad they stopped now, before I convinced myself that I am Sheldon.
And oh, that lift! It’s the little things that make life – or shows – great.
Besides, change is such a dreadful thing. It comes as a shock, and you have to put up with, well, new things.
Seeing old friends again is generally nice. So, OK, I will admit to some pleasure in meeting up with old characters in the 16th season finale of NCIS.
And isn’t it nice how it doesn’t matter if they have been killed off or not? They can still come back, as long as Gibbs, and now Fornell, can talk to the dead. So practical, as the writers are able to kill, certain their characters can return at some point, should they be needed.
Gibbs had a haircut. I’d like to think someone finally noticed my comments on his Hollywood hair. Could it even be the actor acts better with a more Navy hairstyle? He almost looked like the old Gibbs.
I think Fornell should have more hair, so you can see I’m hard to please. And it’s great that Emily Fornell continues being the same actress. Less sure about Sloane’s daughter issues. They feel laboured.
There were several whiffs of the old NCIS in this last one, before the summer break. Not as good, but you could tell they were trying, even if that meant reviving characters who’d be better dead. Even if we love them, because the entanglement of people rising from the dead is not worth all the confusion.
As for the cliffhanger.., well. Is it? I’m thinking they just put it there and they believe they have four months to come up with a way to make it work, or it will be Bobby and Dallas all over.
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Understandably Daughter and I don’t talk NCIS as much as we did. What with it having been something of a wash-out and that. She watches it sooner than I do, though. ‘I do the washing up and watch at the same time,’ she explained.
Now me, I can’t do that, however bad. It’s strictly one thing at a time. So for weeks on end this spring NCIS was kept in recorded format. Kept. Not watched. Until we suddenly did, as I felt some catching up might be warranted. The Resident IT Consultant didn’t mind as much as I’d thought he would, and when we’d caught up the other day, he expressed an interest in watching some more. I told him there was no more.
We watched Big Bang Theory instead.
But it gives me a little hope that the last two episodes won’t be washing-up material. The last couple were just about enjoyable, meaning that both the writing and the directing were OK-ish. Even the acting. And now everyone knows Gibbs’s dark secret.
Will that bother them? Or is there to be no cliffhanger this May? Can they fashion one out of nothing, or will they dig up some old stuff? I mean, one can actually go off for the summer break with not a single cliff in sight.
Because there is a season 17 coming… While Gibbs will be a mere 61, Mark Harmon is going to reach 68, and he ought to be retired. As an agent, if not an actor.
It’s been good to be back with the people of Bedrag/Follow the Money. If by good you mean that it’s good stuff to watch, not that it feels good. It feels dreadful. There is very little – is there anything? – that stands for promise.
Well, hair is good. I’m glad to see Nicky grew some during his time in Spain. He might be an ‘unpleasant little shit’ but hair helps, for those who have it. He’s lonely, but he has family, and sort of friends.
Alf, on the other hand, is lonely in such an awful way that you feel Wallander was all happiness and sunshine. I thought it was bad seeing him sleepless and alone at ‘home’ but seeing him try to build an IKEA wardrobe? With the drawer refusing to work…
I understand that for UK viewers it looks interestingly bleak and Danish, and presumably suitably different from their own lives. But I see only some place where I might have lived, not even managing to swear at a misbehaving drawer.
Don’t quite remember how things were left at the end of the second season. Were Nicky and Alf the only people left standing? Did the others quietly sign themselves out?
Anna at the bank, who understandably wants some action after 25 uneventful years at her desk, is awful, but at the same time you find yourself rooting for her. Wanting her money laundering to go well.
Perhaps that’s the charm? We watch Bedrag and turn into thieves, the lot of us, with some gratuitous bad language and violence on top. It’s anything but relaxing.