Showing posts with label TV binge-watching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TV binge-watching. Show all posts

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Rockford as Maverick



Another example of shorthand "couple-speak" for actors we've gotten to know in a particular role:  James Garner, a veteran of TV and movies and many, many roles will forever be Jim Rockford to us. 

Lately, we have been watching old black-and-white TV episodes on DVD of Maverick. In our lingo, "Rockford" is playing Maverick. 

The old Mavericks are in black and white and set in the old west. But, essentially, James Garner plays the same role—a little younger and riding a horse rather than driving a Firebird. He’s still scamming and charming his way through plots with the same style that made him a fixture in our hearts from his Rockford days. 

How many ohter actors can you think of who will forever be a charachter they played sometime. Whenever you see them in something else you flash back to the first memorable character where they stole your heart? More on that next time.


Friday, January 22, 2016

2 Hour Mega-Crossover or Sleeping Through Your Favorite Programs-II


As I noted recently, staying awake long enough to be able to go to bed at a reasonable time is a plight for those of us who are creeping up in age. Or if you like—geezers. But as long as you have a viewing companion who will take notes while you are sleeping and you are willing to do the same for him or her, there’s no harm, no foul. And only occasionally do I play fast and loose with the plot details. Assuming I remember them.

We recently watched a two-hour, mega-crossover TV event: NCIS and NCIS-New Orleans. We’d recorded it so we wouldn’t drift off during the commercials. Everything was fine until the beginning of the second hour. The young NCIS agent Ellie was transporting (from Washington DC to New Orleans—hence the “crossover” between the shows) the body of some Russian—a diplomat or spy or someone--who had been poisoned. That’s when I drifted.

 So when I woke up, the bad guys and some redheaded woman were shooting it out with some other guys, I thought one was the rich guy's bodyguard. But I couldn’t tell who was doing what to whom. My spouse came to the rescue.

I asked, quite logically to me—“Why is Longmire’s daughter in a battle with the billionaire’s bodyguard?”

 My husband understood my question. It helps if your TV companion has similar viewing habits. So you can use a shorthand for the characters. He knew I was referring not really to Longmire's daughter but to the pretty, young, redheaded actress, Cassidy Freeman, who in the mega-NCIS crossovers was playing a Russian spy.  But she is best known to us as the daughter (also a pretty young redhead but a lawyer in that program) of Sheriff Longmire in the series of the same name.

We  recently had binge-watched the series Longmire, well, more like watched an episode or two at a time, before one or both of us dozed off. Took us a few months to get through the first three seasons. The mysteries in each episode are enticingly plotted and the acting and scenery are outstanding.

As a result of that well-known phenomena that an actor is often remembered for the most prominent role you first saw them in, in our parlance, this young actress is forever to us known as Longmire’s daughter.


We were happy to hear that the Longmire series has been picked up by Netflix for a fourth season. So we have a lot more TV programs to snooze to.