Last night was Doc Martin night (the British show, not the shoes), which got me thinking about all those TV series I’ve picked up nine-tenths of the way through.
I tend to forget about that strange rectangular box in my living room for large chunks of time, which means that I’m constantly years behind the television curve. I started Gilmore Girls somewhere around the middle of the fourth season and didn’t find Big Bang Theory until after Leonard and Penny were already– okay, never mind, spoilers. I can, however, now sing the Big Bang Theory theme song word for word. Does that count?
Recently, I’ve been introduced to a whole bunch of shows everyone else has been watching for ages. My latest belated television discoveries are:
— Castle. I know, I know, everyone’s been talking about this for ages. There are even actual for sale in the bookstore books that have been “written” by the fictional protagonist. (The protagonist is a mystery novelist who assists the NYPD.) Think Murder She Wrote but grittier. And with the guy from Firefly in it. And speaking of Firefly….
— Firefly. How did I not know this show existed? It’s a little Star Wars, a little Western, a little Errol Flynn’s Robin Hood without the tights. I’ve been eking my way through, an episode only so often, to make it last.
— Sanctuary. If you’d told me I’d be watching a paranormal SyFy (also, what was wrong with SciFi?) channel show about endangered paranormal species, I would have said you were nuts. But someone– who is probably not reading this post– happened to have it TiVo-ed and someone else (me) happened to be procrastinating and the lead character happened to have a British accent, and there you go. It’s very Doctor Who, in that there’s some sort of mystery or crisis to be solved in each episode, but in this instance, the all-knowing Doctor is a woman. I rather like that.
— How I Met Your Mother. How much do I love this show? I’m still not really caught up, since I’ve been watching it in a checkerboard pattern of whatever happens to be on whenever. Three words: Neil Patrick Harris. Okay, four words if you count “legendary!” (Even though the last episode made me cry. If you watch it, you know what I’m talking about.)
— Boardwalk Empire. It’s like the down and dirty Downton Abbey, a period drama focusing on the rogues and scoundrels of the Atlantic City underbelly. It’s beautifully well done, in that, even though the main character is an unabashed crook, you find yourself heartily rooting for him anyway. (Rather like one of my all time favorite mini-series, House of Cards. Oh, Francis Urquhart. “You might very well think that; I couldn’t possibly comment.”)
Which tv shows have you come late to?