It was very sweet to have Gibbs looking around for Abby, sighing with relief when she appeared to be unhurt. But it was hardly necessary, or even realistic, seeing as he jumped on top of her to protect her in the explosion, ‘mere hours’ before. He’d know she was safe, unless he had squashed her in his role as shining white Special Agent.
Continuity, writers! If you knew how you wanted the season to start, why have Gibbs jump, back in May? If you didn’t, why not have a peep to see what did happen in the last episode? Or ask a fan?*
It was nice to be back, despite this and the dust and destruction. Gibbs had a most fetching injury to his forehead, whereas McGee was woozy and weird, and with much more reason. Ziva and DiNozzo were locked into yet another box. It’s getting a bit repetitive. Surely we can have them close by other means, if that’s what we want?
And if the President tells SecNav to get those who did this, they will. I suspect they would have, anyway. The end was strange. Could they really not come up with something a bit more convincing?
Ducky was all right, as far as all rightness was possible. Not sure what the new Mrs Palmer thought about Palmer spending all that time holding Ducky’s hand. Having Palmer do Ducky’s job, with not even an assistant at his side, feels very Hollywood. Since Brian Dietzen is a regular now, I’m guessing he’s taking over. He has had eight and a half years at Ducky’s side, so why not? But why not before?
I like the new intro. They look so very determined, and Ducky is there. Here’s looking forward to the rest of what will be a great season ten.
(Photos © CBS)
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Tagged Brian Dietzen, Cote de Pablo, David McCallum, Joe Spano, Mark Harmon, Matt Craven, Michael Weatherly, NCIS, Pauley Perrette, Richard Schiff, Rocky Carroll, Sean Murray
That was some season finale, to the worst season of NCIS (so far). And yet, a quick look at Special Ops tells me people didn’t like it. I thought it was well written – by Gary Glasberg – and that it almost made up for last week. No, it didn’t, come to think of it. But it revived my hopes. Which in itself is weird considering we will now spend four months wondering ‘if’ and ‘who’ and really?’
It is yet more proof that good writing is almost everything, and by letting too many bad writers – or new writers – loose on NCIS, they will kill off the enthusiasm of millions of fans. It’s a hard thing to achieve, but season nine is halfway there, so let’s stop the bleeding now.
The first and the last episodes of a season must get it right. The beginning of the ninth wasn’t one hundred percent successful, but allowing a character back for the end, sort of closed the loop.
They didn’t use Palmer’s wedding as well as they might have done. And the title of the final episode is apt in more ways than one, as usual. Except I’d like ‘us’ and ‘do’ to change places.
I’m wondering if Dr Ryan’s cool-and-normal to downright certifiable personality was purely down to individual writers? If so, Jamie Lee Curtis must have wondered how the hell she was meant to play the changeable doctor. Gibbs definitely looked more Gibbs-like next to a mostly rational girlfriend. Yes, the son was creepy, but sons often are.
As a hardened fan I am not the first in line to panic, and I will not spend the next four months in despair, but what a marvellous cliffhanger for all the disenchanted fans! More people will want to return in September than not. Good thinking. Although I wish more good thinking had been in operation before now.
(Photos © CBS)
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Tagged Brian Dietzen, Cote de Pablo, David McCallum, Gary Glasberg, Jamie Lee Curtis, Mark Harmon, Michael Weatherly, NCIS, Pauley Perrette, Richard Schiff, Rocky Carroll, Scott Wolf, Sean Murray
You have to love Barbara Castle. I have very little idea of whether the real one was anything like Miranda Richardson in Made in Dagenham, but this fiery redhead was great fun, and I hope Harold Wilson was proud of her, outfit from C&A not withstanding.
This is a very British film, and it made perfect sense to take our foreign visitors to see it. It’s a film that has – almost – everything you could want. Nice – if not always correct – period pieces, with a mishmash of 1960s styles. Funny in a charmingly old-fashioned sense. A little bit weepy in places, and quite upbeat in its political message. Unfortunately, with hindsight we know that things didn’t turn out as well as we’d hoped, but it’s still heartening to think that it happened.
After Barbara Castle my favourite was Mrs Hopkins, the plant manager’s wife, who was easily as downtrodden as the machinists at the Ford factory. It takes a Cambridge degree to serve Stilton to visiting business associates.
That you can make high quality entertainment out of an industrial dispute shouldn’t come as a surprise, but we see so many rubbish films these days that you can’t take anything for granted.
Made in Dagenham is just right for a feelgood trip to the cinema, and it’s on at Cornerhouse now.
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Tagged Andrea Riseborough, Bob Hoskins, Cornerhouse, Daniel Mays, Geraldine James, Jaime Winstone, Kenneth Cranham, Miranda Richardson, Richard Schiff, Rosamund Pike, Rupert Graves, Sally Hawkins