How did I let two weeks go by without posting anything? It’s amazing how quickly times runs past me these days.
The past couple of weeks, I’ve imbibed a few Perils On The Screen to quickly discuss.
The new season of Longmire came out on Netflix a couple of weeks ago. This show was originally on some cable channel, got cancelled a couple of years ago, and Netflix picked it up to continue making new episodes. It’s a contemporary Western that tells us the story of Walt Longmire, a widowed sheriff who, on top of investigating the murders that take place in his rural Wyoming county, deals with political maneuverings, shady businessmen, and tension with the neighboring Native American reservation. Sheriff Longmire is played by Robert Taylor, an Australian actor with a pitch perfect American West accent; Katee Sackhoff plays one of his deputies; and Lou Diamond Phillips plays his best friend. A host of other recurring characters and guest stars rotate through this well-acted series. Highly recommended.
I watched the pilot of SyFy‘s new show, Aftermath, the other night. Oh dear God, what a jumbled mess. According to the show’s blurb, “When people start disappearing and disasters start to indicate the end of the world is at hand, the Copeland family – Karen, Josh, Dana, Brianna and Matt – must fight for their survival while piecing together clues on how to save what’s left of humanity.” Mom (Karen, played by Anne Heche) is a badass ex-military pilot; Dad (Josh, played by James Tupper) is a wimpy academic; and the kids are one-dimensional. To be generous, perhaps the idea was to plop the viewer right down in the middle of the apocalypse with the Copeland family, who themselves have little idea what’s going on, but this was done better in Cloverfield — and that movie had at least some exposition or background chatter (in the way of TV/radio snippets) that gave the viewer a vague idea of the circumstances. I’ll give episode two a try, because it might get better. But I don’t have much hope.
Last night, spouse and I watched Slither, a worthy addition to the “Bad Movie Night” list. It’s bad, but it’s fun bad, because it’s just so absurd AND it doesn’t take itself seriously. A meteor crashes to Earth somewhere in North Carolina, a creepy crawly from that meteor takes over the body of a human being, and then multiplies itself in an effort to take over more humans. Featuring Nathan Fillion, Elizabeth Banks, and Michael Rooker. And a number of gross-out scenes, so if you’re sensitive to that, beware. (I watched a couple of them through my fingers, but mainly turned my head and closed my eyes.)
Finally, the 1941 classic The Maltese Falcon graced our flat-screen a few weeks ago. Humphrey Bogart is at his snarling sardonic best as the world-weary private dick Sam Spade; Mary Astor is luminous and beguiling as the damsel in distress; and Peter Lorre plays as sniveling a criminal character as he can muster. Great fun to watch, but set aside any modern feminist sensitivities when you do.