Autumn is the season for TV-viewing. An impressive and varied line up was on the Sky+ when we returned. Kath & Kim, Arrested Development, Lead Balloon, Swingers...like Gert Cottage is Comedy Central.
Also Galapogos, strictly for the male portion of the house. Ancient Rome, so far too masculine and battle-heavy compared to the shagfest that was last year's Rome.
Jane Eyre, shaping up nicely to be a brilliant and well-acted evocation of one of the very great novels of all time, lots of noir...blimey, I've taken this long to mention Toby Stephens. Jimmy doesn't know the story, so I'm resisting the temptation to blurt out about the Mad Woman in the Attic...it was like when Pride and Prejudice was shown and my mother made some passing reference to "the wedding" and I was "You've ruined it, I had no idea" and she was shocked that I had no idea. then a few days later it was under discussion at work and S. my manager said something like "No doubt you women are all excited about how they'll film the wedding" and J. went "Wedding? They get married!", and W. ticked S. off for spoiling it: S. was shocked that the book hadn't been read, and turned to me for moral support. Smugly, I responded "Don't worry S., my mother's already ruined it by revealing the ending". I digress.
And then we have Robin Hood.
What a pile of pants. Looked forward to. Hey, I'm a Nottingham graduate, I do Robin Hood. I have a teddy bear on my PC table dressed as Robin Hood.
That was turned off after half an hour; we only endured that long in the mistaken belief that the other was enjoying it. The dialogue was so stilted. Which might have been deliberate, to hammer home that it was set in "Old Times". And they might have got way with it if the actors could have, you know, acted. I was trying to work out whether it was a particularly bad example of Jackanory Playtime, or just an extreme case of AmDrams overparted. The lead was leaden; in general I was trying to work out whether the style was ham or turkey.
Such a shame it had to be switched off because Richard Armitage (Guy of Gisborne) is eye-candy in an evil sexy way.
I couldn't live without my telly, but I don't feel any great urge to lap up all the formulaic shite they generally hurl at us
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