A friend of mine (who will remain anonymous) told me this week that I should check out ABC's new doctor show/Love Boat show Doctor Odyssey if, and I quote, I wanted to feel "smarter than something." I have to agree that this is broadcast television the way it sometimes used to be. It's easy, the people are pretty, the medical emergencies are ridiculous, and the doctor's backstory is, I guess ... timely? Anyhoo, it's got Joshua Jackson in it (of Dawson's Creek and The Mighty Ducks), and he's very charming, so knock yourselves out. This is your reminder that Netflix has just started dropping a new season of The Great British Baking Show, for people who still like that. And I am happy to report that there are no absurd, nobody-would-make-that challenges in the first episode. This week, I enjoyed a double feature of The Night of the Hunter and Cape Fear (the original). The result was that all my terrible dreams are about Robert Mitchum, because that is one extremely scary man. In most of those dreams, he is singing menacingly. Both films are effective and deeply upsetting, and what more can you ask from a thriller? (For occasional updates on my efforts to scare myself, follow me on Letterboxd!) |