I watched Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines on one of the terrestrial channels last night. (We had to return our borrowed digital TV, boo hoo). I am a science fiction buff but part of the reason I didn’t go watch T3 at the cinema was because I saw Nick Stahl in the trailer and thought, “No way can that be John Connor – the leader of the resistance.” You must remember that I was about thirteen when Terminator 2 came out and I fell madly in love with Edward Furlong, the actor who played John Connor then. Of course, I don’t fancy him anymore (I have another man in my life now, haw haw) but teen crushes don’t die completely so I was bitterly disappointed that the replacement for Edward Furlong’s sculpted cheekbones was some snub-nosed short arse who looked like he should be in a high school movie. Sigh.
I was, however, very unfair on Nick Stahl because he didn’t pull off such a bad job in T3. Admittedly Edward Furlong wasn’t that great an actor in T2, but then again it wasn’t his acting skills that I was concentrating on then. Flatmate didn’t quite enjoy it – she doesn’t like apocalyptic movies – but I thought it was decent enough and certainly fitting considering today’s reliance on computers and machines. It is, as we like to say, inevitable.
While watching Arnie’s obsolete T-101 beat the crap out of Kristanna Loken’s T-whatever, a little reminder on the corner of the tv screen popped up to say, ‘Prison Break – 1 more day to go.’ Yes, indeed-o. For fans of Prison Break, or its unblinking star Wentworth Miller, they will likely be frothing at the mouth in anticipation for the new season to be aired on UK shores. I, however, have never caught the Prison Break fever, mainly because it was always on so late at night and watching a grim drama was the last thing I wanted to do after work. I know a great number of people find Wentworth Miller hot stuff but his intense stares leave me discomfited. I feel like I should confess to something but I don’t know what. And as much as I grumble to Flatmate that I do not want to waste my time watching TV shows with no good-looking men in it, I will also not watch an actor (however handsome he is) who only has one facial expression in his range. It’s like watching a moody Derek Zoolander and his Magnum. Really, get some acting lessons, man. Or go back to starring in Mariah Carey videos.
Speaking of good-looking men on TV, Eddie Cahill from CSI: New York is looking extremely fine. Amazing what a good haircut and a better-fitting jacket can do for a man. And he looked so goofy in Friends.
CSI is kind of a fallback TV show for me, when there isn’t anything else to watch. There are so many of them and one channel or another is always showing repeats so it’s a safe bet that you’d find an episode of CSI on any one night. I will however, not watch CSI: Miami because I cannot stand, simply cannot stand David Caruso’s Horatio. He walks around like he’s some sort of hunchbacked modern day saviour. Him and his sunglasses and pretending as if he knows everything. So irritating.
The medical examiner is also another one I can’t stand. Too many teeth and her always in some tight white suit and low-cut top. Hello, you work with rotting corpses, bodily fluids, pus and gore. Does the Miami-Dade Police Department pay your dry-cleaning bills?
On the other side of police work, Mark-Paul (or is it Paul-Mark) Gosselaar has turned up on NYPD Blue. I didn’t recognise him at first until I saw his name on the opening credits but hasn’t he grown up nice, compared to his callow days on Saved By The Bell?
Like Law & Order, I am amazed that NYPD Blue is still going. I watched NYPD Blue when David Caruso was in it (he was less irritating then) and Law & Order was still only one show and Chris Noth wasn’t Mr. Big yet. I guess people’s appetite for grim police drama hasn’t waned yet.
A great surprise was to see Dirk Benedict from the A-Team (wahey!) turn up on Channel 4’s Celebrity Big Brother. God, was I excited. I kept pointing at the tv going “Pfffttt, pfftttt…..” while Flatmate jumped on the couch ala Tom Cruise screaming “It’s Face! It’s Face!” It was indeed Face, albeit a little older, a little fuller and a little more dye on the hair. Aaaaah, seeing him brought back some lovely childhood memories. But opening night of Celebrity Big Brother was all I saw, because yawn, the rest of it is boring.
On to my current favourite tv show: Supernatural. I do hope it doesn’t get too grim and dark. The current Season 2 story arc does require the two brothers to pull long faces and hold back lots of sad emotions but at the moment, thank God, the writers have retained some of the series’ playfulness and still give Dean some great one-liners. I hope it continues.
It’s always good to talk to like-minded people about the things that you are both passionate about. Me and my sister Maryam can have a hour long conversations about our Man of the Moment, Jensen Ackles, or as my sister always thinks of him, Dean Winchester from Supernatural, because she has the hots for the character rather than the actor per se. Still, both are super hot and I have no idea if Jensen Ackles has a personality in real life, so I guess Maryam thinking of him as Dean makes more sense. Still, we have no difficulty in discussing Dean as a living, breathing being and have quite serious discussions about the emotions and thoughts of a fictional character and how we think his story will pan out.
My other younger sister, has been rolling her eyes at all this geekery but I think it’s a bit rich coming from somebody who has a crush on every other co-worker that passes a memo her way. (Comments below please, KJ. Meoow!) She isn’t the only one disturbed about this obsession with Jensen/Dean, though. Flatmate, who had been sitting on the couch next to me while I raved about Jensen said to me later, “You know, I’m worried about you. You could last only five minutes with your mother on the phone but you went on about Jensen for a good hour. That’s crazy.”
“That’s because you don’t have a Jensen,” I said.
“Mmmm…” Flatmate said thoughtfully. “Actually, you talk so much about Jensen, I think I’m beginning to fancy him too.”
“No, you can’t!” I screamed, before hitting her over the head with the tv and making her watch Celebrity Big Brother Uncut all night.
One last thing – although I am pleased that Jensen Ackles has buffed up quite a bit since his pretty boy days in Dark Angel, I hope he doesn’t go the way of David Boreanaz when he was in Angel. Remember, buff not puff, is the way of the sexy demon hunter. Now, stay off the pies.
P.S. I still love ya, Jensen. Muah!
I was, however, very unfair on Nick Stahl because he didn’t pull off such a bad job in T3. Admittedly Edward Furlong wasn’t that great an actor in T2, but then again it wasn’t his acting skills that I was concentrating on then. Flatmate didn’t quite enjoy it – she doesn’t like apocalyptic movies – but I thought it was decent enough and certainly fitting considering today’s reliance on computers and machines. It is, as we like to say, inevitable.
While watching Arnie’s obsolete T-101 beat the crap out of Kristanna Loken’s T-whatever, a little reminder on the corner of the tv screen popped up to say, ‘Prison Break – 1 more day to go.’ Yes, indeed-o. For fans of Prison Break, or its unblinking star Wentworth Miller, they will likely be frothing at the mouth in anticipation for the new season to be aired on UK shores. I, however, have never caught the Prison Break fever, mainly because it was always on so late at night and watching a grim drama was the last thing I wanted to do after work. I know a great number of people find Wentworth Miller hot stuff but his intense stares leave me discomfited. I feel like I should confess to something but I don’t know what. And as much as I grumble to Flatmate that I do not want to waste my time watching TV shows with no good-looking men in it, I will also not watch an actor (however handsome he is) who only has one facial expression in his range. It’s like watching a moody Derek Zoolander and his Magnum. Really, get some acting lessons, man. Or go back to starring in Mariah Carey videos.
Speaking of good-looking men on TV, Eddie Cahill from CSI: New York is looking extremely fine. Amazing what a good haircut and a better-fitting jacket can do for a man. And he looked so goofy in Friends.
CSI is kind of a fallback TV show for me, when there isn’t anything else to watch. There are so many of them and one channel or another is always showing repeats so it’s a safe bet that you’d find an episode of CSI on any one night. I will however, not watch CSI: Miami because I cannot stand, simply cannot stand David Caruso’s Horatio. He walks around like he’s some sort of hunchbacked modern day saviour. Him and his sunglasses and pretending as if he knows everything. So irritating.
The medical examiner is also another one I can’t stand. Too many teeth and her always in some tight white suit and low-cut top. Hello, you work with rotting corpses, bodily fluids, pus and gore. Does the Miami-Dade Police Department pay your dry-cleaning bills?
On the other side of police work, Mark-Paul (or is it Paul-Mark) Gosselaar has turned up on NYPD Blue. I didn’t recognise him at first until I saw his name on the opening credits but hasn’t he grown up nice, compared to his callow days on Saved By The Bell?
Like Law & Order, I am amazed that NYPD Blue is still going. I watched NYPD Blue when David Caruso was in it (he was less irritating then) and Law & Order was still only one show and Chris Noth wasn’t Mr. Big yet. I guess people’s appetite for grim police drama hasn’t waned yet.
A great surprise was to see Dirk Benedict from the A-Team (wahey!) turn up on Channel 4’s Celebrity Big Brother. God, was I excited. I kept pointing at the tv going “Pfffttt, pfftttt…..” while Flatmate jumped on the couch ala Tom Cruise screaming “It’s Face! It’s Face!” It was indeed Face, albeit a little older, a little fuller and a little more dye on the hair. Aaaaah, seeing him brought back some lovely childhood memories. But opening night of Celebrity Big Brother was all I saw, because yawn, the rest of it is boring.
On to my current favourite tv show: Supernatural. I do hope it doesn’t get too grim and dark. The current Season 2 story arc does require the two brothers to pull long faces and hold back lots of sad emotions but at the moment, thank God, the writers have retained some of the series’ playfulness and still give Dean some great one-liners. I hope it continues.
It’s always good to talk to like-minded people about the things that you are both passionate about. Me and my sister Maryam can have a hour long conversations about our Man of the Moment, Jensen Ackles, or as my sister always thinks of him, Dean Winchester from Supernatural, because she has the hots for the character rather than the actor per se. Still, both are super hot and I have no idea if Jensen Ackles has a personality in real life, so I guess Maryam thinking of him as Dean makes more sense. Still, we have no difficulty in discussing Dean as a living, breathing being and have quite serious discussions about the emotions and thoughts of a fictional character and how we think his story will pan out.
My other younger sister, has been rolling her eyes at all this geekery but I think it’s a bit rich coming from somebody who has a crush on every other co-worker that passes a memo her way. (Comments below please, KJ. Meoow!) She isn’t the only one disturbed about this obsession with Jensen/Dean, though. Flatmate, who had been sitting on the couch next to me while I raved about Jensen said to me later, “You know, I’m worried about you. You could last only five minutes with your mother on the phone but you went on about Jensen for a good hour. That’s crazy.”
“That’s because you don’t have a Jensen,” I said.
“Mmmm…” Flatmate said thoughtfully. “Actually, you talk so much about Jensen, I think I’m beginning to fancy him too.”
“No, you can’t!” I screamed, before hitting her over the head with the tv and making her watch Celebrity Big Brother Uncut all night.
One last thing – although I am pleased that Jensen Ackles has buffed up quite a bit since his pretty boy days in Dark Angel, I hope he doesn’t go the way of David Boreanaz when he was in Angel. Remember, buff not puff, is the way of the sexy demon hunter. Now, stay off the pies.
P.S. I still love ya, Jensen. Muah!
Comments
I've had crushes on TWO co-workers for like two weeks and one of them was when I was a naive 20 year old. Plus I'm doing well considering it's one female to 20 males where I work.
You watch waay too much TV by the way. Go for a walk mate. :D
Oh and Wentworth Miller came out of the closet.
Oh and on cop shows, remember Homicide: life on the Street? Better than NYPD Blue. That show bores me to tears.
Ieah, whatever, KJ, you're just randy.
As much TV as I watch, I only am able to watch the free channels ok? No battlestar around here.