foyled again


Aran Kate is now daughter number one, pending the opening of birthday/Christmas presents.
Aran the math/electronics wizard, showed up last week with a newfangled device called a Blu-ray disc player. I, of course knew nothing of this couch-potato breakthrough. “What are you, a caveman?” Aran said. She is smart, but wicked spitey.
In about 10 minutes she hooked this device to my computer and television opening up entire new vistas, sort of like Lewis and Clark opening up the Great Northwest.
Before that moment, I thought the Time/Warner movie selection was the Greatest Show on Earth. (It took me years to discover all the channels available.) No longer.
Blu-ray connects my wonderful television to a number of movie channels and the center of my universe, Netflix. I am so weird about Netflix that I have 372 movies waiting in my “queue.” I don’t expect to live long enough to see them all, but I keep adding more. Before the Aran visit, I had to wait until Netflix mailed my discs in order to watch their movies. With the Blu-ray, I just press a button and it appears on my wonderful television.
My life is over. I will never leave by Simmons hideabed/couch again except for coffee and English muffins.
Aran was not out the door (to a motorcycle show) before I had the entire year of “Breaking Bad” on my screen. To watch an entire year of this, my new favorite show, without commercials was like being born again. It was wonderful. YMCA? Can’t make it. A visit to Blue Eyes? Maybe tomorrow. Kayaking Megunticook Lake? Looks like rain.
Talk about a kid in a candy store. I can’t even decide which cable system to watch, let alone what movie.
I could not go past “Foyle’s War.” I fell in love with this BBC show years ago, BA (before Aran). But watching in on television, one episode at a time, interrupted by commercials was so very low-tech.
Now, I can watch and entire year at one setting, with no ads. It’s hard to find the time to go to the bathroom.
If you missed it “Foyle’s War,” is a brilliant English detective show, placed against the background of the opening days of World War II. The first show has the residents of Hastings, England preparing for an imminent German invasion. In spite of the expected disaster, Detective Chief Superintendent Christopher Foyle (Michael Kitchen) must do his job, investigating a murder. The show ran from 2002-2007 and was so popular that it is expected to return (yay) next year.
Kitchen is a brilliant, if subtle actor and the supporting cast is far above average. The writing is subtle and the murderer is often not revealed until the last second. Unlike American detective shows there are exactly no sirens, no car chases over 35 M.P.H. and one, maybe two, gunshots an episode. Some have none.
I must admit that I am fascinated by the vintage cars, lorries and airplanes in the show. The New York Times said the show’s popularity is based in part on the “astonishing level of historic detail and atmosphere” and on “brief, literate scripts.”
We shall bestow praise upon one Michael Horowitz who created this masterpiece. The casting is brilliant and I fell in love with Foyle’s driver “Sam” played by the deliciously slim Honeysuckle Weeks (honest to God).
Like Peter Falk in “Columbo,” this detective is often underestimated by the quarry, until the very last moment. One of the detective’s talents is keeping his mouth shut and just raising an eyebrow in a critical situation involving espionage, black market profiteering and, of course, murder. Often, he clashes with military intelligence officers more concerned with the war effort than a single murder in Hastings.
In one episode, Foyle must let a murderer go free in order to preserve an order of 50 badly needed ships to save the country. But he promises to find his foe (An American profiteer) after the war. In another he lets a murderer in the RAF make one last flight, rather than take him off to jail. Naturally the RAF flyer enjoys a hero’s death when he is shot down by the Luftwaffe. I watched so many of these World War II shows in a row that I now collect scrap metal, scan the Camden skies for ME 109s and plan to buy some war bonds.
I have to get back to my new Blu-ray and the next episode of “Foyle’s War.” I have to see how this war turns out.
Thank you, Aran.