I get hooked on multiple DVD television series that lay me to waste. Can I be taken advantage of in this position?— yes, if you can get to me before the Ambien kicks in.
Some recommend yoga, therapy, and fresh air to help the bereaved. Of course I agree, and I'll devote myself to them... after my next episode of Prime Suspect. For the moment, join me, in the dark flickering light:
Yes, you'll want to bed everyone on this show, but not before they run a diagnostic differential, plus a B&E into your apartment, to discover that you're dying from complications of gold poisoning, early adopter's lumbago, and undiagnosed syphilis. I loved it when the polygamous couple was killing each other! This is like Sherlock Holmes set in a teaching hospital, with flesh-ripping mysteries and blistering reparteé.
This was one of the first porn films I ever saw on the big screen at the Pussycat Theater, and perhaps the most shocking erotica I've seen to this day. It's been reissued on DVD, and if you want a break from peppy, metronome-like smut, take a walk down this dark alley.The plot is tragic, the sex is rough, the psychology will rake your every nerve. If you like porn noir, this is your evil moment! They don't make it like this anymore. Also features genuinely beautiful people without plastic surgery.
Lather up, people!— it's BBC Dickens. Murder, orphans, and Gillian Anderson's sexual guilt.
Depressing, but mesmerizing. An unsentimental look at a working class mom —(shoulda won an Oscar for Vera Farmiga)— with two kids, who decides to kick her longstanding coke addiction. No Betty Ford frills are forthcoming. This is what rehab looks like, and it's remarkable to see it without the Hollywood guss. Our heroine becomes lovers with one of her nurses, a guy who used to be a junkie. Guess who falls off the wagon first?
Okay, this is the antidote to the pitiful state The Sopranos has descended into. Start with Season 1, and continue on, uninterrupted, with no other social engagements except inviting your friends to come watch with you.
The acting, the writing, the politics— it's like you want to just wrap it up in a big red bow and say, "This is how it's done."
The Wire concerns a wiretap on a longstanding drug operation in Baltimore, but its tale reveals the damage done to every aspect of city life, from kings to puppets. Definitely post-Dickensian.
There are also many crushes to clench your thighs over. I watched a ridiculous BET variety show just to see Idris Elba, (who plays Stringer Bell, the "businessman" gangster), stride across the stage and speak in his native British accent. The women in the crowd screamed, almost as loud as I did. Could I get an Stringer/House sandwich?
Stupid but yummy. Nip/Tuck in a law office. James Spader is the bastard you want in your mouth, now, while Bill Shatner makes you realize his comic timing is a rare thing of beauty. The women lawyers are idiotic hussies who run around in silk underwear at work.
This is the second film from South Africa that turned my head this year, after THE CAPE OF GOOD HOPE. Both of them are not "about" apartheid, per se, although of course nothing happens without its matter-of-fact legacy. "Tsotsi" is the name of a kid who has brought himself up, a little gangster. He hijacks a car and finds an infant inside. Quite the turn on Little Miss Marker.
Why am I watching this? I don't want to fuck any of the characters, although I might like to slap a couple of them around. I think I got to the bottom of the barrel at Netflix, and "all of sudden" I had to see the entire stupid season, to find out, "WHO KILLED LILY!"
It's a highschool drama, a Buffy without supernatural powers, just P.I. chops. I'm going to finish this season and then I swear I'm going to STOP.
I always order these "hard-hitting" documentaries, and then drag my heels instead of watching them, because I have to find out, "WHO KILLED LILY?"
But I'm glad I stopped my teen-pop insanity, and watched this new one from Robert Greenwald. Yes, I knew the war is staged by war profiteers. But Greenwald's numbers, interviews, dirt and payoffs... it's staggering. You can't get this information out of daily paper, that's for sure. I don't care how inured you are; your jaw will drop. Might be nice to slip in the stocking of someone who's still dreaming of sugarplums and democracy.
Lassie! I love you! Come back, Lassie! I want to bury my face in your ruff!
This is a top quality children's movie, "for all ages," that will have you bawling your eyes out and considering a trip to either the pound or the Scottish moors. A+!
You know, out of all these, Lassie and Anna Obsessed are the ones I'll watch multiple times. But each one had been a jewel in my rehabilitation.