Oh I Can’t Do That With You

My weird and wonderful wanderings are proving fun for providing little insights and moments that make me pause to reflect – and this weekend has been no exception.

That’s not because it was the first weekend away I’ve spent over at Lady S’ without Lady M, or how I ended up at a social event on a naturist beach, but because of a brief conversation post-breakfast on Monday.

Lady S had flicked on the TV to have something on while we had caffeine, and food went down ahead of my journey home – and she saw that the series finale of Westworld was available.

We both looked at each other, and then I said “No, if I tell Jo I’ve seen that before she gets back from her conference I’ll never hear the end of it”

So we didn’t.

I watched the show with Lady M last night once she’d stopped spinning round the flat in excitement and glee at how inspiring and helpful her conference had been, and we’ve been sharing our gossip and theories and reactions to the show on our group chat ever since.

This amuses me perhaps far more than it warrants.

TV Binging

We have a lot of TV shows we’re following – and so far we seem to be managing a sort of sane balance between catching shows, playing games, working, and very occasionally pretending to be sociable.

This week we’re working our way through Iron Fist. We like it. It’s an origin story about identity and choice, and has eschewed wirework wushu for its fight scenes.

Controversial, I know.

It has totally overtaken our interest in the rampant barminess of the CW Arrow/Flash/Legends/Supergirl stable. It fills a nice gap before the return of iZombie. 

I’ll think more on why I like it, but I think a big part is that more of it is well lit, breaking away from the noir streetlife of Daredevil and Luke Cage, and even the stylised colour schemes of Jessica Jones. There are scenes taking place in bright sunlight where people smile! I know, it sounds stupid to fix on that.

There’s some smart storytelling here. It’s not without flaws, but the same is true of all the Netflix Marvel shows, especially when it comes to pacing. Still, I’m enjoying it, and am rather bemused by all the hate I’ve seen in some quarters for it.