I watched the first episode of Disney’s new series What If …? today. I’ve been a fan of the comic series for quite some time.
(Spoiler-ish aheadif you haven’t watched yet.)
The storyline with Captain Carter was something I could get into. Bucky still rolling with the Howling Commandos and Steve sporting Iron Man armor checked all the geeky little boxes for me as a fan from way back on this idea.
The ending was pretty cool as well. It got a little “furious.”
Alternate “reality” in comics and shows is always something that gets me. From Marvel to Star Trek to Stargate, I’m in.
(And don’t get me started on Turtledove. If you know, you know.)
That’s all I got tonight. It has been a rough week.
I think it was several years ago that I came across a UK show called Detectorists on Netflix.
The show stars Mackenzie Crook and Toby Jones, both of whom I’ve seen and enjoyed in other shows and films.
Crook does triple duty on this as he writes and directs the show as well.
It’s a comedy about Andy and Lance and “the lives of two eccentric metal detectorists, who spend their days plodding along plowed tracks and open fields, hoping to disturb the tedium by unearthing the fortune of a lifetime.” It’s also about their personal everyday lives.
Detectorists isn’t an in-your-face type of comedy. The belly laughs are far between. What it does offer is a unique comical look at two quirky fellas.
It isn’t a laugh-out-loud type of thing. You become involved in the characters and what happens to them (if you have a heart), and most episodes you’ll just get a quiet smile and sense of enjoyment. It’s very hard to explain and British comedy usually is as an American.
I’m in the third and final season now, and for such a small show that’s way outside what I would usually watch, I find myself really pulling for the guys!
And I’m done.
These guys have spent three seasons searching for gold and never realized all along that the real treasure is the friendships and family all around them.
It would seem that being up twenty two hours straight and only getting five hours of sleep (I just can’t sleep during the day) will stop you from doing something you want to do, like writing a decent post.
That is exactly where I find myself tonight. I am groggy.
I’m still up because I wanted to spend time with the wife, so we’re watching The Sinner on Netflix. Interesting series.
Long before there was an X-Files, long before there was a Mulder or a Scully, there was the original Kolchak: The Night Stalker.
The original series is on YouTube and other places here and there but today as I was working and setting a couple of mods (my company does that for Walmart) I looked down and saw the label for the series today. I’ve never been so excited to get the job done. $16 and tax later and this one is mine.
If you’ve never seen it:
Carl Kolchak was a reporter for Chicago’s Independent News Service, and a trouble magnet for situations involving the supernatural. Kolchak turned his investigative skills to vampires, werewolves, zombies and all manner of legendary creatures, but in the end he always failed to convince his skeptical editor, Tony Vincenzo, that the stories weren’t products of Kolchak’s own overworked imagination. (This is a write up on IMDB by Meg Baskin)
I was introduced to this series by my mom who used to let me stay up late on Friday or Saturday nights to catch this late night showing on CBS. Way back when we only had four channels and PBS. I miss those days.
My kids aren’t overly thrilled at the prospect of the series but they both agree that I’ve never steered them wrong on good TV.
I can’t wait. The Ripper, The Zombie, Chopper, ALL OF THEM.
I know it’s not up to today’s standards for horror but the suspense and writing of these stories are fantastic to me. And yes, I’ve watched them again here and there, but Mulder, Scully, they’re amateurs compared to Kolchak.
I may write these up as we go and get the kids reactions.