During my glorious sabbatical from the workforce (May 2010-February 2011, RIP), I instituted the practice of working my way through a television show's DVDs, one series at a time. The first show I watched was The Wire--a highly rewarding experience and one that made me an obnoxious opiner on such disparate subjects as the Baltimore school system, the international drug trade, stoop kids vs. corner kids, the jaw-dropping hotness of Idris Elba, and the unacceptable dearth of Cutty appearances during season five (also: Omar Little for life, yo).
After I finished The Wire and my period of mourning had run its course, I started the British series Upstairs, Downstairs, about a wealthy London family and their servants in the years 1903 to 1930, during which time nobody seems to age. The show is similar to The Wire in that I sometimes have trouble deciphering the dialogue because of the accents (I don't think I ever understood a single solitary word uttered by Snoop). I enjoy Upstairs, Downstairs, mostly for the downstairs crew, especially Mrs. Bridges, the no-nonsense cook, and Ruby, the dim-witted scullery maid. Let me know if you'd like to talk about Lady Marjorie's fateful trip aboard the Titanic or the unending douchebaggery of Captain James, for I have much to say on both of these topics.
More pressing at the moment, however, is the matter of what show to tackle next. I'm nearing the end of season four (or series four, as the Brits stupidly say) of Upstairs, Downstairs, and after that there's only one more season to go--and since we're talking about a British show that means, what, 10 episodes at the most? So what show shall I watch next? Friday Night Lights? Battlestar Gallactica? I am at a loss.
I am thinking of watching Sons of Anarchy.
Posted by: BFF | August 18, 2011 at 12:29 AM