This week marked the end of both season 2 of Indian Summers and season 1 of The Durrels in Corfu on Masterpiece Theater (PBS in the States). There were no surprises with either show; they both ended in a predictable happy and satisfying, though unrealistic, way. I won’t say more so I don’t give away any spoilers.
I returned to The Walking Dead this week, which has been piling up on my DVR since the premier, which I found very disturbing. I’m still not sure why the episode bothered me so much – it wasn’t any more graphic than previous gory episodes, but something about it just made the violence so raw and unnecessary – as with depictions of sex, a lot of times showing less of it is more interesting/exciting/enjoyable than laying it all out there. Anyway, having watched 2 (3?) more episodes and still not having caught up to the live broadcast, I can safely say that this season is just as enjoyable as the premier, though much less violent. Which is to say that I’m not enjoying it at all. Every season I have friends who stop watching it for one reason or another – a favorite character is killed off, the show depicted cruel treatment of dogs, something unbelievable happened; this may be my season to pitch it.
I finally had some time with Gilmore Girls yesterday. Last fall I watched the entire series on Netflix, having not watched it when it aired from 2000-2007 because I was busy holding down a full time job with two small boys, and then busy stay-at-home-momming 3 small boys during its original run. It’s fluffy, girly, surface entertainment, although all 3 of my much bigger boys got into it while I was watching it. The new mini-series definitely has all the hallmarks of the original: mostly witty dialogue, the fastest talking actors I’ve heard since movies made in the 30s-40s, the little dramas, the unrealistic turns the girls’ lives take. The only thing missing – and I’m about halfway through – is Suki/Melissa McCarthy. I know she does appear at some point, but it’s just not the same without her at the Inn, even with celebrity chef pop-ups, like Rachel Ray.
I also started reading again, and reading and knitting, which is easier to do with an e-reader. I used my Kindle to borrow A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 3) since there’s no way I’m going to get access to HBO to watch the latest season of Game of Thrones. I know the series veers away from the books on some plot points, just as The Walking Dead series changes some of what happened in the comic book, but some Game of Thrones is better than no Game of Thrones. And reading something that requires more attention than the Internet is a good thing for me and my brain to do. I only hope I can finish the book before the lending period is over; I’d forgotten how long and complex the books are.
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