Bonesis off for another week so let’s talk about some television I have no trouble gushing over. Tally ho, old chaps.
Three seasons, nine episodes of excellence.
I’ll admit it — I was slow to get on the train to 221B Baker Street. I am a Holmes purist, so please don’t even mention those horrible RDJ movies (love you, Bob, but, dude….) and I am not interested in the current American version, either. After watching a documentary on the effect Sherlock Holmes had on true-life crime solving techniques, however, I was intrigued enough by the mentions of the BBC series to give it a look. And thank God I did.
Of course, there’s this:
And be still my heart, those curls (gif from The TV Mouse).
The magic of this adaptation is that Sherlock IS Doyle’s master detective, brought into the 21st century. Respectful homage is paid to almost every facet of the genius of the author’s original character and the changes that have been made (for instance the wink wink/nudge nudge, are they/aren’t they relationship between Sherlock and Watson) add to the story without taking anything away. Can I use the word genius again? I’m gonna. Watch this show. (The Pmag editorial team has taken leave to watch that last gif on repeat forever. Please look after things for us. ~eds.)
People who know me are probably shocked this show wasn’t at the number one spot. Well, there is a new Doctor, after all, and while I’m willing to hope for the best and adopt a wait and see attitude about Peter Capaldi, I am a bit nervous.
The man is wearing pleated pants.
I can live with the red silk lining, it’s kind of dashing, right? But pleats? Dear God, save us.
Are you watching this show on PBS? If you aren’t, why not? It’s lovely! Based on the books by Jennifer Worth, it’s set in 1950s East End London and tells the story of a group of midwives and the sisters of Nonnatus House, a nursing convent. The childbirth scenes can be a bit raw and cringeworthy, but every episode is warm and charming. Plus, Chummy! I love Chummy!
I’m just going to put this here…
And that’s all I have to say about that.
This show is coming to US television in the form of a spinoff (?) called Gracepoint, also starring David Tennant. Unfortunately, they’re Americanizing it, the bastards, and taking away his lovely Scots burr. (As long as he keeps the scruff of sadness and vulnerability, we’re cool, Gracepoint.~ed.) WHY CAN’T WE HAVE NICE THINGS, ‘MURICA? WHYYYY????
Do yourself a favor and watch the BBC version.
Inspired by real women who worked for the British service during World War II as codebreakers, this series is also set during the 1950s. Being women of course, after the menfolk returned from the war they were all sent back to their rightful place taking care of hearth and home. In season one, these women put their skills to work solving the case of a serial killer. I have season 2 on my DVR still to watch, but I have no doubt it will be as excellent as the first.
So, there you go, a few of my favorites from British television. Tell me what you like in the comments, or just drool with me over Idris Elba. I’m good either way. :-)