I am, as of right now, committed to not watching season eight at all. I don’t want to be watching this show in 2020. So I’m actually the one who will be dropping off of the blog unless Sara agrees that it would be really funny for me to answer asks without having watched the show.
Sara’s been a little busy, what with her move across the ocean and all, but this is still her rodeo.
I didn’t understand your Star Trek reference, so I had to go annoy Julie.
Julie: Number 1 was Riker, the first commander after the captain Julie: And Riker was younger and a the girls liked him very much while Picard was more a father figure
Apart from the fact that I’m 6.97 years older than Sara, I feel like this is accurate.
Sara is in England permanently, which means that I need to get over my dislike of the British accent (I am from BOSTON, we threw TEA into the HARBOR because we were MAD at the entirety of England) if I am ever going to see her again.
Hello, Homeland fans (or people who just think we’re neat). It is time for another installment of “something that won’t ruin your life,” from HYH champion recommender, Ashley.
This week, after a six month gap during which time not one single member of this blog has stepped up, I am recommending the Netflix television programme, GLOW.
If you’re not a fan of Alison Brie, don’t sweat it. I’ve been there. It is not a problem.
I started watching it when the first season dropped back in 2017. And, to be honest, I wasn’t totally into it. But I watched it anyway, because 80s + wrestling + LADIES WRESTLING + Chris Lowell for some reason = everything Ashley could possibly ask for.
Then the second season came out and I was like WELP guess I got nothing else to do and oh. my. god. Like, I watched a recap of the first season, ZOOMED through the second season, went right back to the beginning to watch the first season again, and immediately watched the second season again.
The show is awesome, guys. So it starts out with Ruth (Alison Brie), a struggling actress who cannot get a break. Her BFFN is Debbie (Betty Gilpin), a hot blonde ex-actress who had spent a while in a coma on a soap opera before asking to be written off. Debbie is married to Mark and they have a baby because why be an actress when you can be a mom, amirite?
Ruth ends up at an audition for a new wrestling show which is being directed by Sam Silvia (Marc Maron). She has no idea what she’s in for and, by the looks of it, none of the other ladies do either. So when Sam is like “yo, this is a wrestling show,” half the ladies walk out.
Anyhoozles they get into the auditions and Ruth immediately fucks it up, like, she is straight-up trying to make this silly wrestling show into High Art. Literally, she ACTUALLY starts quoting Maggie from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. (Actually, she does that when she decides “fuck this dude who told me I couldn’t be in the show, I’m gonna be in the fucking show,” but that’s still generally what got her kicked out in the first place.)
But because the show would not happen if Ruth didn’t get hired for wrestling purposes, she comes back. But TWIST Debbie shows up and they get into a major fight because Ruth did something VERY UNCOOL and there was BETRAYAL.
And that’s where we’re at.
The first season is about putting this wrestling show together. It’s produced by a dude named Sebastian (Bash) Howard who is all, YAY WRESTLING. But Sam is like, NO! ART!!!
Gradually it turns more into YAY WRESTLING than ART and the show is so super fun.
They are working with uncomfortable topics, like racism and sexism and all the -isms really, and the AIDS crisis gets thrown in. It’s a comedy that takes the problems of its time very seriously, and that’s refreshing.
The show has a lot of heart and a lot of soul and they care SO MUCH about what they’re putting into the world, it’s obvious. It makes me happy and I think it will make you happy too.
It might make you a little sad a couple of times, but it’s okay. The happies outweigh the sads like 15000 to 1.
Happy Friday, y’all!
I’mma take advantage of Sara’s neglect as of late to re-rec GLOW, a television show that definitely won’t ruin your life. New season is out today!
To quote one of the 80s glam rock band Poison’s worst songs, “Uh-uh, no way, no way, son, N-O.”
From the depths of my very soul I do not believe that Showtime execs could give fewer damns about whether fans are depressed or angry over the holidays. I think the move to February 8th is just because they are taking their sweet goddamn time finishing the season.
My love for older men is well-established I think. Tim Daly and Kiefer William Frederick Dempsey George Rufus Sutherland are the two most notable examples, but there is another one and I want to tell you about him.
Timothy the ~beautiful~ Olyphant.
Now, I know you think I’m gonna rec Justified. And I am. But the entirety of the Justified rec is gonna be that gif right above me, because if Timothy Olyphant in a cowboy hat doesn’t sell the show to you, then I really don’t know what else to say. It’s really good, but, like, Timothy Olyphant in a cowboy hat. It sells itself.
But Timothy Olyphant has a new show that just dropped its second season on Netflix, and that is what we are going to talk about today.
Santa Clarita Diet.
Now, I’m not into zombie shit. It just is very much not my jam. But this show had two things going for it from the get go that got me to put my prejudice aside: Timothy Olyphant (duh) and Victor Fresco, the dude who created the show. (Victor Fresco is also the brilliant mind behind one of my fave tv shows of all time, the canceled-way-too-fucking-soon Better Off Ted. You are getting three recs for the price of one here.)
Anyway, Santa Clarita Diet is a zombie show. Timothy Olyphant and Drew Barrymore play a very happily married couple, Joel and Sheila Hammond. They’re realtors with a super normal normal life, a nice house, and a daughter named Abby. All is good.
Until one day Sheila goes to work with Joel and they’re showing a house and she starts to puke, like, a lot. A LOT a lot. More than you ever thought possible. More vomit than should ever even be inside a person.
Turns out… she’s dead. Undead. And she’s pretty happy eating raw hamburger until she bites a dude (no spoilers) and develops a yen for human flesh. Like, to the point where she can’t even try to force down anything else. (I have a similar reaction to butternut squash, so, I get it.)
Joel and Sheila pretty quickly realize that they’ve gotta start killing people. Well, Sheila does, but Joel really wants to be supportive so he helps. And mostly they do it Dexter style. Or Peter Quinn style. They’re guys who kill bad guys.
And then Sheila pops them into a meat freezer and chisels off a little bit whenever she’s feeling peckish.
The show is hilarious. Joel is so earnest. They get their neighbor’s kid, Eric, who they figure will be helpful because he is a fucking nerd, on board. Along with their daughter, Abby, who Eric is crushing on — hard.
Every single day something new and terrible seems to happen and Joel can often be found sighing, “WHY CAN’T WE EVER HAVE A NORMAL DAY?”
He spends much of the second season just trying to build some bookshelves… when he’s not helping Sheila murder people, or trying to cover up for the murders they commit, or trying to find a cure for Sheila’s ~condition.
It’s all honestly pretty heartwarming, and Joel and Sheila are just GOALS.