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.
Before I start, this isn’t a religious post or a post about freedom and liberty.
No. This is about a journey and the things that happened along the way. A journey to get to a place we were at the whole time.
Several decades ago, a writing team came up with an idea for a comedy/SciFi show for British television. I don’t know all the particulars but the first thing I saw was this.
This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only survivors are Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold. Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000, the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.”
The wife and I had moved to a new apartment on a Saturday. No cable until the following Monday. So I rigged up a make shift antenna on the TV (tube TV, that’s how far back the story goes) and all we could get was PBS.
And that was okay. Back then, PBS had some fairly entertaining stuff on Saturday nights.
The first thing that came up was Red Dwarf.
Every Saturday night we got to catch an episode or two. Right from the first episode.
And we were hooked.
The next three times we moved the series would start over again. It was like a good luck charm. And we would watch it all over, again.
Then we moved to our house here and it wasn’t on PBS anymore. So that Saturday morning we went out looking for the DVDs and found them.
And that first Saturday night we watched the first series.
It’s a tradition for our home. A weird one, maybe. But it’s ours.
Now we’ve passed that on to our daughter and son.
We’ve been to The End and The Beginning. We’ve been Tongue Tied and Backwards. We’ve encountered everything from Despair Squids to Pleasure Gelfs.
Don’t even get us started on Polymorphs.
We’ve seen the Boys from the Dwarf get into and out of all kinds of scrapes. We’ve seen them become hero’s and be the villains.
It’s a great ride.
And then we come to The Promised Land.
I wasn’t going in with high hopes for a feature length episode. I was thinking that might be pushing it for this show.
I was surprised. It was something I would have paid for at a theater. And I wish I could have seen it all on the big screen.
So here we are, at journeys end and we find out:
The Promised Land is not a planet.
It’s a place in your heart.
It’s a way of thinking.
It sounds a bit like home. But the building doesn’t make a home, the people do.
And now we’ve gone through it all. The family has seen the whole thing. Taken the entire journey.
Watching CBSs EVIL on Netflix. It’s very good. Interesting.
We finished watching Elementary last night. The show had some great heart string pulling moments between Miller and Liu. We became tied to the show because of the back and forth between them and to us the payoff from that relationship made it well worth watching.
But then, I’ve been a Johnny Lee Miller fan since Hackers.
Sherlock Holmes : Look. I’ve never felt any pressure from you that I co-parent. But, your idea that I take *no* responsibility for raising your child is naïve. It’s not that I think you’re incapable of raising a child on your own. Of course you are. But, short of us dissolving our partnership, I’m not capable of not being involved. No-no, not as a child’s father, but as its mother’s friend.
[Deeply sincere and with great regard]
I mean, I’d lay down my life for you. So, if you succeed in adopting a child, I’d lay down my life for him or her’s. It’s as simple as that.
Dr. Joan Watson : Have you thought about what you wanna be called by my kid? I mean, assuming… I get one.[At his surprised silence]
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.