Jan 1, 2006

Don't Touch That Dial!

Saint Vidicon of Cathode and all the gods of the Idiot Box have smiled upon me today.

Between the Biography Channel's "Sherlock Holmes" marathon and the Sci-Fi channel's "Twilight Zone" marathon and The Discovery Channel's "Mythbusters" marathon I have been the ultimate couch potatoe. Yes me, Irrelephant, who fights his man instincts every day not to spend too much time in front of the majority of mind-draining shows broadcast at me from 200 channels.

If you've read this blog for any length of time, you know I'm a huge fan of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and his consulting detective, Mr. Holmes. And naturally, being a fan of The Canon, the numerous forays of Holmes and Watson into radio serials, television, movies and the like have left me pretty disdainful. All that is except for Jeremy Brett's work with Edward Hardwicke, which I find extremely faithful and very watchable. And The Bio Channel programmers, in their infinite wisdom, often play everything BUT his adventures, prefering Midsommer Murders, Angela Lansbury solving enough murders to bury that tiny little town she lives in, and the utterly distasteful Poirot and his horrid little moustache and his horrid little grey cells. And so you see how today has been such a miraculous event--an entire day and night of Victorian politeness and dastardly deeds solved by cold logic, portrayed by Jeremy Brett's birdlike, socially incorrect, pipe-smoking violin playing Holmes.

And for when there's an episode on that I've seen far too often? Well then, a fast flip of the channel to Discovery and there lie Jamie and Adam, proving that buttered toast falls equally on it's buttered or unbuttered side, and that the Confederate Army could have potentially built a surface to surface missle of fair ability but limited range, all done with their Odd Couple humour. I cannot think of a much better use of television time than in the pursuit of debunking the foolishness that seems destined to be sent around the world daily via email and other, faster means.

And when I grew tired of science in the pursuit of truth and logic in the pursuit of justice today I could turn to The Horror Fi Channel...wait, sorry, the Sci-Fi Channel and immerse myself in the miraculous, wonderous, and sometimes very frightening world of The Twilight Zone, replete with young stars-to-be like Bill Shatner and Elizabeth Montgomery, all lead by The Voice of Destiny, the omnipresent Rod Serling with his ever-present cigarette and clenched-teeth delivery.

There are times, surprisingly, when television can be such a wonderous medium. Most times it can be utterly horrid dreck, but thankfully, beyond all reason and thought, today has been a most wonderful day to do absolutely nothing but smile.


Mickey Glitter said...

I only caught the tail end of the William Shatner episode of TZ called "Nick of Time" and instantly went into the Burgess Meredith episode about being obsolete. Man, that one gave me the chills, especially when 1) he pulled the Bible out of the safe and 2) when the Chancellor was deemed obsolete.

Good stuff!

Irrelephant said...

So many of those episodes were soooo good that it's frightening, and the stars? James Coburn, Telly Savalas, Burgess Meredith, Charles Bronson...good lord.

The one that really creeped me out last night was "Number 12 Looks Just Like You," in which young people, upon turning 19, were required to choose a new, beautiful body, sort of an all-over plastic surgery, and it turned out that you weren't allowed to decide NOT to undergo the 'transformation.' CREEPY stuff.

Vulgar Wizard said...

We watched Mythbusters . . . all . . . day . . . long.