For I have learned to love it. Well, I pretty much fell head-over-heels half-way through the first season, at exactly the moment Joss said it would get good. Really, TV stations, learn to trust the man. Sure, Dollhouse isn’t up there with Buffy yet, or Firefly (which probably hit the ground faster than any other of Whedon’s series’, if you watch it in the right order). I wouldn’t be surprised if I never watch Season 1, episodes 1-5 again though. The new start really does jump right in. It doesn’t matter if you’ve not seen ‘Epitaph One’ (though you should, because it’s great) – which is as it should be, since it didn’t air on TV, and just shoots off about three months from where ‘Omega’ ended. As pretty much the whole Dollhouse-related section of the internet has already declared, the Topher/Saunders stuff is the best storyline, although I am also intrigued by the Boyd/Ballard dynamic, since they are both clearly more concerned about Echo than they are about anyone else – and I suspect Boyd sees a lot of himself in Ballard and in what Ballard is doing. He *is* ex-cop, after all. Ex-Cop/Ex-Fed, getting involved in morally shady underground stuff, for what reasons? Somone asked Boyd ‘why?’ in Season One – and that’s not gotten answered yet.
Tag: TV
Last time I whined about the BBC’s rugby coverage on this blog I got a comment from someone at the BBC. Seriously.
So I’m going to try again.
Dear BBC Scotland,
Surely, in this day of digital interactive television it is not necessary for you to change the schedules to show the Scotland rugby match on BBC One, whilst everywhere else in the country shows Ireland vs Argentina, that usually thumping and engaging fixture which, on this occasion, has actual meaning for the world cup seedings. You see, the Scotland match is on BBCi, so people can watch it if they choose to watch it.
If you must put the Scotland match on BBC One, could you possibly see your way to putting the other fixture on BBCi in Scotland. No one can possibly watch a Scotland rugby match on two channels at the SAME TIME.
Kthx bai.
I will continue to ignore the fact that England are getting thumped by South Africa. Again.
Let’s not talk about Sarah Palin, or rant about my work, or about the fact that the money that was supposed to cover my council tax the year I stop being a student is locked in Icesave as it collapses. Let’s instead talk about the BBC miniseries, State of Play, and the fact that it’s being re-made as a movie, and let’s weep a little inside.
I have finally (only six years late) got around to getting hold of and watching State of Play, and spent the last two evenings glued to it (It’s only six hour-long episodes, so that’s not too epic a time investment). I know why I didn’t see it before – it aired in the part of my life where I didn’t have a television. I don’t quite know why I’ve not picked it up before now – given that about half a hundred people have told me how wonderful it is, and that it stars Bill Nighy, David Morrissey and John Simm – oh and James McAvoy, back before he was the new Big Thing. Nor am I quite sure why the world needs a movie of it, when the original is so damn fine.
