buildings are rising
woven by wet patient cranes.
soon they’ll fly elsewhere.
It seems that rather than talking about rationality and the foolishness of organised religion, all I seem to be doing lately is watching TV. That, I suppose, is the religion of the masses, at least in this country anyway, so I might as well write about it, since it makes about as much sense as Leviticus.
We’ve been watching ‘Waking The Dead’ at odd times since it is scheduled each week over the Monday and Tuesday at 9pm and clashes with all sorts of other things. WTD is about a cold case unit, headed by the eccentric and volatile Boyd, who are often called upon to investigate unsolved cases from years back.
The best thing about WTD is the relationship between Boyd (Trevor Eve) and Grace (Sue Johnston), which seems so realistic that I’m convinced some of it is ad-libbed. Sue Johnston deserves some kind of an award for her performances in this show, in which she plays a forensic psychologist, often at odds with her testy and troubled boss, who this season is plagued with angst about his troubled and testy teenage son.
Boyd seems to have spent much of the season running through graffitied urban streets in a suit shouting ‘Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuke!’ very loudly.