Showing posts with label Too Dumb to Live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Too Dumb to Live. Show all posts

Friday, April 24, 2026

Season 22 - The Blackheath Poisonings (1992-1993)

If you're anything like me you have an old stack of catalogs in your bathroom. Signals and Acorn are perennial favorites even if they're over a decade old. Of course this leads to the problem that most of the DVD sets I'm coveting are now long out of print. One such DVD I desired was The Blackheath Poisonings. Oh, how I longed for it. It's in the British tradition of everyone in a large extended family living together who them start dropping like flies. Add in the fact that the family runs a successful toy company and live on the edge of a heath and the Gothic atmosphere is turned up to eleven. One day when I was checking my external hard drives I discovered that I had somewhere along the way acquired a copy. Which meant that all other shows were dropped because it was time for some poison! Three episodes later I wished I had taken the poison. Such potential wasted with too many tropes. Literally the only thing I liked was their house. It was a unique and highly tiled entryway that helped distract me from how completely stupid each and every character was in this series. I honestly don't know how it was possible for each and every character to be too dumb to live. Literally ALL OF THEM. The patriarch becomes severally ill and is recovering if his food is carefully prepped and monitored. But occasionally he relapses and eventually dies. Don't you think that, I don't know, someone would look for some food secreted about his room or a flask filled with liqueur that he might be sneaking against doctor's orders? When his son bothers to look after the death the flask is found in under a minute. But then again our earnest young crime solver is also in love with his "aunt" who was also his father's mistress and he spends all his time when he's not trying to connect the dots of criminality plighting his troth. To a women who could easily be his mother. Though of course the killer isn't done with one death, the elderly matriarch, Sister Monica Joan from Call the Midwife, she starts exhibiting the same symptoms and seriously, the family and the family doctor are like, what could it possibly be!?! She deserved to die. They all deserved to die. And I felt cheated with them using Patrick Malahide as a red herring. He's so wonderfully malevolent and scheming, but alas, this show is nothing more than a family bickering, having affairs, fighting for dominance, and wanting to sleep with Ian McNeice's wife. And that right there is why the first murder happened, because Ian McNeice is the killer. But it's SO much worse than that. Because he likes to dress in women's clothing and go to secret clubs and wander the heath dressed in widow's weeds. That's why his mother had to die, she saw him on the heath. Though there was no way that was Ian McNeice. There is no fat shaming on this blog, but it has to be pointed out that even in the early nineties Ian McNeice was an ample man. There was no way he fit convincingly into a corset to wander the heath. That's a body double. Which is why I didn't guess he was the killer, it wasn't that I didn't add up the pieces I just hoped that this was above hateful anti-trans tropes. But it wasn't. Though in my desperation to follow this up with something I would enjoy I rewatched all of Father Brown, so I have to thank The Blackheath Poisonings for being so bad, stupid, and hateful, for me to remember how much I love the denizens of Kembleford.

Friday, September 12, 2025

Rebus

When there's a successful television show the powers that be will do anything to expand the brand. The most common in recent years is to do a prequel series. Just look to the success of Young Sheldon and you know what I'm talking about. This reboot of Ian Rankin's surly Scot could be considered "Young Rebus" if you will, because most people associate the character with Ken Stott who was in his fifties when he played the role and Richard Rankin is only forty-two. I though will be pedantic and say that the OG Rebus, AKA the magnificent John Hannah, was actually four years younger than our new Rebus when he played him in 2000 and therefore they are just trying to pull the wool over your eyes and this isn't a "young" reboot it's more of a "gritty" reboot. Just look to the wannabe Jack Irish opening credits. Back to John Hannah. Because really everything goes back to John Hannah. I was a fanatic about Rebus back in the day. It filled the void left by McCallum. And despite claiming that when Ken Stott took over the role it was season two of the show, it was a full five years after John Hannah's last episode so I view it as an entirely different series. A series I just couldn't get into. Perhaps because my mom kept complaining that Ken Stott wasn't John Hannah. Same mom. Same. So I was intrigued by this reboot. I mean, as long as Richard Rankin didn't sing "Joy to the World" this was a very stable move for him to create a long-running series for his post Outlander career. Plus the first season is only six episodes long so I did a seven day free trial of Viaplay and got to see it at no cost to myself other than time. So what did I think of it besides the fact that whomever did the opening credits had watched Jack Irish one too many times? It was totally serviceable with not a single likable character. In fact most of the characters are too dumb to live. I mean, his brother is desperate to pull his life out of the shitter and does one stupid thing after another. You do not rob from drug dealers. You do not kill their bosses. There's just so much basic common sense that went out the window that I can't believe any sane person would view these characters sympathetically. As for Rebus? He just can't keep from making himself unhappy. He just wallows. And, like his brother, makes stupid decisions that put him in the crosshairs of the higher-ups. In other words, it is your bog standard disgruntled and dissatisfied copper which could take a few lessons from Dept. Q because at least there there's a few more relatable characters and no boxing club. Seriously, no show should be allowed to have boxing clubs or fight clubs ever again. It's been overplayed. But at least with the end of Outlander we'll still get our Richard Rankin fix as the show has been picked up for another season. Here's hoping it grows. And that the second season doesn't kill the only likable character. Again.

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Book Review - Austin Wright's Tony and Susan

Tony and Susan by Austin Wright
Published by: Grand Central Publishing
Publication Date: 1993
Format: Paperback, 336 Pages
Rating: ★
To Buy

Susan's ex-husband Edward views her as "his greatest critic." Could it be because she was so critical of his life choices, abandoning law school for a career as a writer, that she cheated on him and eventually divorced him for a philanderer? Or is his sending her his manuscript for Nocturnal Animals an olive branch? A way to forgive the past twenty-five years? A way for him to tell her what his book is missing and why. She reluctantly takes up the mantle of critic, after putting it off for months, at the thought she will see him again. The book is about mathematician Tony Hastings. He and his wife and their daughter are on their way to their country house in Maine. Three men in a truck accost them on the highway. Tony's wife Laura and his daughter Helen are brutally raped and murdered. He did nothing to stop it. Not that there's anything he could have done. Or so the police insist. Tony falls into a deep depression. He's fatalistic and rants about green houses and terrorists and war and death. He is spiraling out of control. It's only after a year when he's able to positively identify one of the murderers that he starts to move on with his life. He begins a relationship with one of his former grad students and feels like he's on stable ground again. But then he finds out that the killer of his wife and daughter is about to be set free. The cop who was assigned to the case is dying of Cancer and he wonders if Tony would be interested in some vigilante justice. At first Tony thinks that he is incapable of such violence. But hearing the murderer confess tips him over the edge and he kills the man. Wounding himself in the process. He stumbles out into the woods, blind, in pain, and awaiting his own death. Susan finds herself enjoying the book and connecting with Tony. She wants to talk to Edward about this book he has created. About their life they had together. Maybe she, like Tony, has regrets. But Edward will have the last word by saying nothing.

Rarely does a book annoy me to such a level that I never want to have it in my sight again, and I'm not even talking about how this book failed when it was released in the United States but was somehow a hit in England so that when it was reissued in the United States to coincide with the film adaptation they didn't even bother to go back to the original text and instead released the version with of all the Britishisms still intact. That was just mildly WTF. But that lack of initiative, that lack of drive, that complete incomprehensible stupidity just emanates from every page in this book and made me want to throw it across not just the room but the continent. Begone from my sight foul demon. Of course what I did was give it to another member of my book club to read and told her to never give it back to me. Ever. Let's dig into the stupidity of this book and the book within the book. The characters and not just dimmer than a dead light bulb they are all too dumb to live. Not to mention they don't even achieve anything beyond one-dimensionality. Why does Susan feel a need to recap Nocturnal Animals for us? We're reading it too. It sucks. And if she likes this bably written piece of shit well, what does that tell us about her? Or maybe there's some sort of mirroring of her own lack of a single brain cell with Tony's lack of a brain at all. He totally lets his wife and daughter be caught and is oblivious to the consequences but then again Tony Hastings always refers to himself as Tony Hastings. Because that's so normal. You know what? Tony Hastings is a fucking coward who always thinks of himself as Tony Hastings. But what about the characters that aren't even here? Like Edward. We never hear from Edward so his writing and Susan must speak for him. Well seeing as we don't even get Susan's opinions just random thoughts and how she's burying herself and her feelings below the floorboards through the trapdoor every night, hoping to learn anything about Edward from her is futile. And Nocturnal Animals is futile. Reading this book was futile. But more than that, it verged on infantile.

Older Posts Home