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Convalescing
Feb. 24th, 2019 05:35 pmI didn't go to church today, but I did watch the whole of the first series of Grantchester in a sitting (with a lunch break), which isn't quite the same thing. Thoughts (this is series one and series four has already been broadcast. The spoiler ship has well and truly sailed):
1) You do not get muscles like that from occasional scythe-swinging to express one's manpain.
2) No, masculine muscles still really aren't my thing. Put a vest on. And then a shirt. And then a nice tweed jacket, most of this is blatantly filmed in chilly spring pretending to be golden summer.
3) Speaking of golden summer, isn't it supposed to be 1953? Wot no Coronation? Wot no notoriously rainy summer?
4) SO MUCH MANPAIN.
5) Amanda is exceptionally dull and lacks any kind of inner life.
6) Hildegard deserves three cheers for deciding she had already wasted quite enough of her life on a man who would always have to stop and think before crying out a name in extremis. So thanks for solving my first husband's murder, I have a life to lead, and a ruined city is a better bet than the echoing emptiness of Sidney Chambers' head.
7) I am going to have to keep bloody watching, because Leonard (and Mrs Maguire). The inside of Leonard's head strikes me as a far more interesting place to spend time. Will the writers let us dally there? I do not think so for a moment.
1) You do not get muscles like that from occasional scythe-swinging to express one's manpain.
2) No, masculine muscles still really aren't my thing. Put a vest on. And then a shirt. And then a nice tweed jacket, most of this is blatantly filmed in chilly spring pretending to be golden summer.
3) Speaking of golden summer, isn't it supposed to be 1953? Wot no Coronation? Wot no notoriously rainy summer?
4) SO MUCH MANPAIN.
5) Amanda is exceptionally dull and lacks any kind of inner life.
6) Hildegard deserves three cheers for deciding she had already wasted quite enough of her life on a man who would always have to stop and think before crying out a name in extremis. So thanks for solving my first husband's murder, I have a life to lead, and a ruined city is a better bet than the echoing emptiness of Sidney Chambers' head.
7) I am going to have to keep bloody watching, because Leonard (and Mrs Maguire). The inside of Leonard's head strikes me as a far more interesting place to spend time. Will the writers let us dally there? I do not think so for a moment.
