This past weekend was spent gorging on escapism while recuperating. Happily I no longer feel like I have a small car, perhaps a Yugo, crushing my lungs. Though I still tire too easily. But that wasn’t much of an issue as I sprawled across various couches or my bed, devouring books 2 and 3 of The Hunger Games. And watching the pilot episode of The Walking Dead (yet another instance of British actors portraying American main characters as in True Blood, Flash Forward, and more). But, by far, the highlight of my weekend was watching the new Masterpiece Mystery series, Sherlock, featuring the adorable Martin Freeman as Dr. Watson and Benedict Cumbermatch as Holmes himself. I do hope they make more than just these three episodes. Also featuring Cumbermatch is - Four Lions, an upcoming film from actor/writer/director Chris Morris (The IT Crowd, Nathan Barley). First hipsters and geeks, now jihadists. How about some bonus Brits? How Michael Caine Speaks.
Five other good things:
- Bizarre news story! Old White Man Turns Into Young Asian Guy Midflight. I hope his asylum request is approved but yes, I do see where this might be upsetting to security officials.
- Sophie Crumb And Her Evolution Into A ‘Crazy Artist’
- Photos of Die Antwoord in action
- Chicago’s Thorne Minature Room to get Christmas makeover
- Banksy flower thrower costume!
While I’m less than enthused about venturing out for a weeknight show, especially after just having fallen back an hour, I am making the effort for the incomparable Marnie Stern tomorrow night. She’ll be headlining in the Entry, with locals Gay Beast and Food Pyramid. Hear some songs off her latest album via Stereogum: Transparency is the New Mystery and For Ash. SO GOOD.
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1. I still miss Jeremy Brett, he was by far my favorite Holmes.
2. Skip the “questions for Sophie Crumb” in the latest NYT Sunday Magazine. Deborah Solomon just gets worser and worserer. Though Ms. Crumb handled the dumbness with aplomb.
3. Now I want a hot dog.
1. Jeremy Brett really was an excellent Holmes. I remember feeling like an oddball eighth grader one night in particular…when a cute boy came to call on me and I was SO irritated because an episode of Sherlock Holmes had just started.
2. BOO Deborah Solomon! For shame.
3. And that was a hot dog that came out of a MAGIC BUS. He didn’t share it with me, however.
I’ll see you at the MS show and perhaps say hello this time!
Oh yes, please do! I promise not to bite.
ooh, i loved the sophie crumb piece. thanks!
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