Following on from watching Tehran, we started, or I should say, I started watching Sugar on Apple TV. The OH didn’t like it and, after about 10 minutes, left me to watch it on my own. I have to admit, I found it a little off to begin with but, stuck with it through to a second and then, third episode and now? I’m looking forward to seeing what all the fuss is about.
Certainly a different take on the Gumshoe Detective slash P.I. genre, with some big reveal coming and, given the clues, I think I know what. Talk about mash-up.
Will see how this one pans out.
We watched the last couple of episodes from S3 of Tehran last night and, let me say, it ended with a Bang!
A very satisfying bang at that.
The build-up through three season of this Israeli spy thriller has been expertly done, with twisty, savvy, politically-dripping storylines ripped from the headlines. What with guest appearances from Glenn Close and Hugh Laurie, the acting has been top-notch. The writing gripping. And the tension, absolutely nerve-wrecking.
But, is it the end? No. It seems not. There’s one more season coming next year. And I for one can’t wait to see what the ruthless Yulia has in store for our intrepid spy, Tamar.
As we have 3 months of Apple TV for free, we started binge watching one show after another. And, last night, watched the first few episode of the world’s worst TV show, ever: Star City.
I mean, come on people, every last character on this really show was speaking with a regional British accent that, quite honestly, had me laughing. Aren’t they all supposed to be, eh, Russian?
I think I was in some sort of cultural shock, or something. Hearing these people earnestly being cruel and vindictive in a harsh northern English accent, or delivering dead-pan sentiments of someone’s misconduct with a Glaswegian twang was just too much. Then, when, the erstwhile (boo, hiss) baddie, Anna Maxwell Martin as Lyudmilla Raskova, the head of the KGB surveillance department at Star City bleated on at someone, I lost it altogether.
At least in For All Mankind the Russian characters were played by various European actors who had those clipped vowels and accents that lent credibility to them being ‘Russian’. But in Star City?
It’s like we’re stuck in a dull rainy corner of Manchester or northern Leeds. Any minute we’ll hear the theme song to Coronation Street playing on a black and white telly in the corner of someone’s apartment.
