
My friends all know I watch a lot of movies. In fact, I can hear them giggling in the background even now because they think "alot" is a gross understatement. I am constantly in search of stuff to watch and if I had to rely only on the usual methods (ie movie theatres, cable, and Blockbuster) I'd be in serious trouble.
How do I have all this free time? It's not free time. Just a large amount of downtime at work, and a handy laptop.
I may also be the slowest knitter in the world, but at least I have worked out how to watch videos while knitting. Now, when I actually shell out the bucks for the occasional theatre experience, I feel my hands twitching, wondering why they aren't dully occupied with yarn (knitting in the dark remains unconquered territory, for now).
So, occasionally, tv and video stuff is going to come up on this blog. Sometimes rather obscure stuff, as I've recently started aquiring tv shows from Britain to watch (having gone through all the good stuff here). Case in point. If you've never come across Prime Suspect, with Helen Mirren, you have not lived a full life. The series has 7 parts, each comprised of a two hour story on 2 CD's. I'm still searching for PS-6 "The Last Witness" which I've only seen half of, dealing with the murder and "secret lives" of Bosnian refugees in London.
Helen Mirren plays DCI (Detective Chief Inspector) Jane Tennyson, a late 40's career policewoman who is always being crushed between the brutality of her job and the burned out SOB coppers working for her (and against her) . But whatever praise I might give the series here, it will be too little. It's rare that I see stories of this caliber anywhere and Helen Mirren, well, this is why an actor of her caliber chose to do these on again, off again tv specials. I'm just finishing up #7, Jane's last case before retirement, and can't wait to get back to the screen to see what happens.
So, on that note, the shawl and I (up to Pattern Repeat 50 out of 84) are getting back to it. Do whatever you have to, to see Prime Suspect. It's worth it, if for nothing else than seeing a 40's-50's career woman who is not poshly dressed and coiffed to within an inch of her life, trying to retain what it means to be female after decades of bleakness, male shite, and various addictive, coping behaviors.
Totally coincidentally, Jane looks just like my Mom. They share a lot of the same expressions, presence, and grimness of gaze (no other way to describe that). This series was produced long after my mom died, but I think she would have been deeply connected and moved by Jane.