2010 04 01

Honestly, I'll watch anything. Well, almost anything. I draw the line at reality TV, Titanic, or anything starring that braindead, mouth-breather Stallone. How that man ever got a break in Hollywood is beyond me.

In the spirit of giving almost anything a fair shot, I have this week exposed myself to a variety of visual fun. I will not include the number of M*A*S*H and Gimore Girls episodes I watched. I'll leave that up to your horrified imaginations.

The most horrifying thing was this six-part mini-series remake of the classic The Prisoner Were Patrick Magoohan alive today, I wonder what he'd think of it. He's probably grave-twitching a bit as it is. Now, while it wasn't hideous, it wasn't terribly good either. They did not stick to the original storyline outside of resignation, The Village, and numeric naming. It was slow-moving; too slow-moving. They could, as with most Scorsese films, have cut out most of the middle and made it passably tolerable.

Watch it if your rubbernecking genes are too weak to fight off the urge. Don't watch it if you're a hard-assed fan of the original - it'd do things to your intestines best left to the imagination of the vulgar. Watch it if you need something to put you to sleep. Don't watch it if you need that six hours to do something more useful - like grouting your bathroom tile and toothbrush cleaning your toilet.

Ian McKellen was by no means a draw; but, I've never been a fan of his so there's no surprise there. The man who played Number 6 did a good job of playing the screaming, testosterone male act when he shouted about the injustices being heaped upon him. Came right out of the cajones that did - so, flat, dull, uninteresting, and totally devoid of real emotion. Sounded like boxers' grunts.

Speaking of short, though, the two-part Alice starring Colm Meany, Kathy Bates, Harry Dean Stanton and Tim Curry, was also a slow-moving bore. And by Alice, I mean a retelling of Alice in Wonderland for those of the populace who couldn't hack the acid and switched to lithium instead. I have to admit that I did somewhat like the pink lawn flamingo personal flying machines. Since Hamilton is apparently no longer getting its light rail system because our big fat city next door is sucking down all the goodies again, maybe someone'll get on the stick about inventing personal flying devices. The wave of the future, like plastic. Doing so will give everyone bored enough something to fill their time with after the Lakeport factory closes its doors thus leaving our city without locally brewed cheap beer. Sorry guys, you'll have to find something else to swill. Just stay away from Pabst Blue Ribbon - even when it isn't skunky it tastes like it is.

I also watched Cougartown which had some funny moments, but I really got a kick out of Modern Family. Not a lot of TV makes me laugh out loud these days, so it was a delight to see this look at the modern family unit. They come in all shapes and sizes, you know.

I'm also happy to see the last season of The Tudors has begun airing. I'll be sad to see it end, but it's been a delight for these historical/costume drama eyes. Lost is coming to a close, so hopefully that confusion will finally get cleared up to the satisfaction of all. I've also decided I'm never going to watch another episode of Greek. How in the name of Hades did that thing make it into a third season? The characters are boooooooooring, with a capital bore. How I stuck out as many episodes as I did is something only Kreskin could figure out.

Since it's now far later than I wish it were, I'm going to swill something of my own (milk), and go to bed. Hopefully to dream of garden flamingos and good beer. Of course, if I drank enough beer I could probably have that dream while awake.