Every time I watch a British historical costume drama, I tell myself that surely there has to be at least one example from the genre which is not a dreadful bore.
Nope.
Out of boredom, I started watching Dr. Who (2005 version). I found it a silly escapist time-waster, but at least it didn’t pretend to be anything else. (Coincidentally, I just watched an episode written by Stephen Moffat who was the main writer for Coupling, the hilarious BBC sex romp).
Now that more and more Criterion films are coming onto Netflix, I have no excuse not to be watching great cinema. But there are days when you watch crap precisely because it is crap.
Only 20 more hours until the next Lost episode. 20 more hours. What will I do in the meantime?
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