I blame you. Time was, out of pure stubbornness and laziness, I couldn’t be bothered to watch a popular cable/Internet series, no matter how much people talked them up. (And by people, I mean, mainly, you. Mad Men this! Breaking Bad that!) I stuck to my PBS stations’ British imports and my trusty DVR, which allowed me to accumulate episodes and binge-watch like the cool kids instead of acting like my grandma and turning on “my program” at the same time every week. (I was watching Rosemary and Thyme, yes, but on my own terms.)
But you wore me down. I am now reduced to this: over the New Year’s weekend, I paid cash money to watch Season 4 of The Americans before it gets released to Netflix. I simply COULD NOT WAIT. Hey. Cheaper than going to the movies. And I had much better light for knitting than at the movies. Totally worth it.
Yesterday, I got word that The Night Manager is now available on Amazon Prime and iTunes. The Night Manager sounds like the title of one of those modern plays that I enjoy snoozing through most of the first act of. But no: it’s a John le Carré thriller. I would want to see it based on the cast alone—no, wait—I’d want to see it based on a fraction of this cast, based on any one of these actors, let alone the whole bunch of them together. And: Hugh Laurie is the bad guy. I would want to see that, under any circumstances.
Late yesterday afternoon found me, niece, nephew, and assorted canines camped on the big bed, knitting and winding yarn and enjoying the heck out of the first two episodes. Totally worth it.
(This episode of Lazy Sunday was brought to you by Lisa Downstairs, who told me of The Night Manager’s availability for streaming.)