… the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
Except that I tuned it out after 15 or so minutes. Nor was checking in at various intervals enough to interest me. Even the appeal of Danny Pink didn’t lure me in. Instead, it felt as though Steven Moffat is running out of ideas. The dream-within-a-dream-within-a-dream-(ad nauseum) has been done before, and better, in Inception. Even the spinning jack was present, albeit replaced by the first word on a randomly chosen page of text. Perhaps it’s time to turn the writing over to someone else.
As much as Peter Capaldi makes a marvelous Doctor, and as good as Jenna Coleman was last season, the prospect of the two of them journeying through all of space and time for another year holds little interest for me.
I have been distracted.
Arrow has taken a passenger (as opposed to back) seat to Outlander. Sure, Outlander has history, blood, mud, and nudity (it’s on pay cable [Starz], after all), but at its essence Outlander is a romance—with men in kilts! I know this because the (male) reviewer at Previously.Tv said:
There’s a moment where Jamie Fraser, the handsome Scottish fella, tells an AWOL Claire, “Shall I pick you up and throw you over my shoulder? Do you want me to do that?” and you, if you’re a male viewer, realize: oh, this was not actually made for me. Which is a crazy feeling, let me tell you! Because most everything on cable TV is made for dudes! So while there are moments where things get sci-fi-corny — Claire’s ominous palm-reading in the reverend’s kitchen; all the misty portent around MacStonehenge; Bear McCreary’s Hobbits-on-the-Titanic score — Outlander is a nice break from the pummeling of BROOD BROOD BROOD SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT that so populates the cable landscape, especially pay cable. Outlander is an epic, dark, expensive production that doesn’t give a fuck if it ever gets watched in a “man cave,” and that is goddamn refreshing.
Also refreshing? A male viewer who finds a basically “chick flick” show entertaining. ❤
(Incidentally, that shoulder that Jamie threatens to throw Claire over was recently dislocated and even more recently shot through. How’s that for a rugged hero?)
The lead actor, Sam Heughan, reminds me of a beefy Jared Padalecki. At 6′ 2½” he’s not as tall as Jared (but then, neither is 98% of the male population), but he has the same high forehead, prominent eye brows, and sharp cheekbones. It’s rather uncanny. And quite pleasant!
(Even so, my current mom-crush seems to be Stephen Amell, if recent dreams are any indication.)