Ok... So, late-March-ish just turned into mid-July-ish. But really, who's keeping track?

Anyway....

A couple of years ago, I saw tv commercials promoting this weird little show called Life. Didn't really think much of it other than to wonder what the hell all the hoopla's about. And why that redheaded guy seemed so weird. Then I pretty much put it out of my mind because I had a lot of tv obsessions at that time and I really didn't need to get anymore fucking distracted.

A couple of months ago, I became really bored as I'd run out of DVDs to watch. I finally go online and sort of just hope I see something interesting. Then I remember that I never got around to watching this show with great reviews. So, I watched Life. My first reaction: WHY THE BLOODY FUCK HAVEN'T I BEEN WATCHING THIS???

Let me tell you that I never expected the kind of quality that Life provides as I'd marked it off in my head as just another cop show with a quirk. I mean, we already had Monk, Psych, and The Mentalist. I love Monk and I like both Psych and The Mentalist. They, however, don't really provide me with the kind of dark and edgy energy that I really look for in tv, films, and books. They are neither complex nor even remotely sophisticated. I wanted that. And I got that with Life.

As I'll be posting a proper review of the show in another entry, suffice to say that Life really got me into Damian Lewis. There is just something about him that cannot be defined.

Fast forward to about a month ago... My brother, my co-conspirator when it comes to both intellectual and inane interests, tells me he's watching and re-watching this show called Band of Brothers. Now, war pictures or other such related material have never been something in which I was ever particularly interested. He was so earnest about the mini-series' merits, though, that I became curious. Of course, I'd heard of Band of Brothers before but since I wasn't even 14 when it first came out, you must forgive me for barely giving a shit in what I thought was another dull and boring documentary about the horrors of war (there had been a whole slew of war movies and documentaries around that time including what I still remember as a very self-righteous presentation about the Nuremberg trials).

So, I told my brother to lend me his DVDs and he did. I watched the entire thing in one sitting. Oh, don't be so impressed. Or horrified. I regularly do that when I become interested in something. Anyway, Band of Brothers was absolutely fucking terrific. Although, it was kind of annoying at first that I couldn't really tell the guys apart when they had helmets on as well as all that dirt and grease on their faces. Took several re-watches for me to finally tell which is which in what scene. (I'm also gonna post a more proper review of BOB in another entry)

As can be accurately predicted by now, I just sort of screamed when I saw that Damian Lewis was in it. His portrayal of Maj. Dick Winters was just so incredibly elegant. So much conveyed in such an understated way. I absolutely fell in love with his Winters (I'm making the distinction here right now because it's just too fucking weird and too much of a violation, in my opinion, to think of the living, breathing Dick Winters in any way other than as a hero that deserves our gratitude and respect). Again, I must say that DL just brings something that is entirely indefinable to the table. You look at him and watch him and just sort of go: "Wow."

For the next few days and weeks after seeing both Life and Band of Brothers, I watched his other works including Warriors, The Baker, and Hearts and Bones. I'm still downloading Nyfes and on the list is The Escapist. I'm also very interested in seeing The Forsyte Saga.

Do you now see how far this obsession goes?

Alright, alright. I apologize for this weird 2nd entry. This is what comes out of my head when I've just woken up and have decided, on impulse, to post when grogginess rather than clarity reigns in my head. Also, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes. As English isn't my first language, you'll all just have to make do with what I learned from the most terrifying person in my childhood: my 6th grade teacher.