Newsletter from London Number 1: what I have been watching on English TV/ television and Netflix in the United Kingdom. From The day in the life archives. Unpublished work up to now..

 

Clarissma's Circular Number 1.
A Newsletter from London: what I have been watching on English TV/ television and Netflix in the United Kingdom.

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This circular covers the period of 10th May 2017 to end of July 2017.

Which television series including on Netflix, I have been watching..



Quick note to my readers started 10th May 2017 to 4th June 2017.
MAR DE PLASTICO
Netflix in the United Kingdom.
In Spanish with English subtitles.

So I finished Mar de Plastico. Plastic sea in English, I am presuming. Or sea of plastic. I really should look it up. But hey, I know Spanish now. Or I think I do.

Some superficially schlock-y stuff: as previously described.

But once you get past the feeling that someone is going to start singing “Summertime” like they were in Porgy and Bess: this series warms up very nicely. Takes off from the ground running in fact: albeit appearing to amble at a leisurely pace..

The only downside of watching what turns out to be an absolutely (overall anyway) excellent series: is thinking what on earth to watch next.

This page of prose sounds like an exciting build up to announce that I did just that: find another intensely suspenseful murder mystery. But unfortunately this is not the case. This time.

Because Mar de Plastico is a hard act to follow. As was The Undertaker/ Das Blatter. It’s a shame Netflix doesn’t update as quickly as viewers might like. With the next available new series. Which we know is already out. But I digress.

SNIFFER
Series One.
ON Netflix in the United Kingdom.

I did find however, an enjoyable Russian series called Sniffer. Now I am quite into Russian series. Well purely on the basis of Silver Spoon. Being so good. Russian series are fresh and different and less cluttered with the preachy-teachy politicking that we all know.

Men chatting up women at work! Shock horror. Women flirt back! I think I might faint. In utter horror. Haven’t they heard of the isms and ists? Quick-send them to the Gulags! Double-time (it was a joke). They must be shown The Way.

Sacre bleau. Mon dieu. I think we may all have to go lie down in a darkened room. Call for some Laudanum. That will help.

Whilst we fan ourselves with our dainty hands. Or delicate fans (not sure if they had them in Victorian times but you get the gist).

Yes, as we recover our damaged sensibilities from such indelicacies/ indelicate sights. Quivering on our day bed, an embroidered chaise longue, with drooping fluted pale hands on forehead..

Until we recover, but I digress.

Russian series also have cool and funky music in the credits. You might find yourself singing along. Or maybe it was just that the laudanum was really rather good.

So now that I have finished Sniffer, what on earth am I going to find to watch? The herd of good and interesting series (it’s a metaphorical herd) is just going to keep getting thinner.. I just know.

Agent Raghev, Intersection, The Legacy Series three (now finished) the end of this series of Made In Chelsea.
MADE IN CHELSEA
Channel E4 on English television.

The end of (this series of) Made In Chelsea. I avoided the end of season party. Since the host is always unconscionably cruel. To the cast. And he actually think’s it’s funny. Leave them alone: they all went to boarding school. Probably. Around the age of eight.

AGENT RAGHAV

Netflix in the United Kingdom.
In Hindi with English subtitles.

Agent Raghav had been put on my randomly chosen list of series that looked interesting. it could have been quite good. It looked like it could be good.

A crime investigation series set in India. But it was a bit silly. I did watch a whole episode though. Because I was thinking the series might warm up.

This series reminded me of the series The Saint, with Roger Moore (R.I.P). Except that everybody is Indian.

When there is an important or meaningful moment: everybody suddenly stands still. Then over dramatic music plays. Just like in the old series like the Saint. Hilarious.

They, the stock still characters who could be playing the statues game or the more recent mannequin challenge: just stare at each other. Or into space. At us. Then the camera goes in for a close-up.

That moment is often when the twangy music plays. To denote that everything, indeed everyone, is supercool. Just like in The Saint. Although it was always The Saint himself who was the most supercool. And so it is here, with Agent Raghav..

So after a fairly enjoyably silly episode of Agent Raghav (although it could well turn out to be better than I think) I continued my ceaseless search . For good drama..

CONTINUUM

An American series.
 Sy-fy Television Channel in the United Kingdom.

I noticed that my favourite sci-fi series on Netflix. Continuum, is currently showing on terrestrial as in regular TV/ television in the UK. All four series.

 

 

THE LEGACY/ ARVINGERNE

In Danish with English subtitles.
 Was On Sky Arts Channel in the United Kingdom.

Not sure if I mentioned that I finally finished Arvingerne. (series three) Bit of a slog really. But hey, it’s in Denmark and is all very arty. There are little cabins in the garden and there’s the Grønnegards.

 

 

SCHITTS CREEK

An American series.
 Netflix in the United Kingdom.

I see that Schitts Creek has a third series. Recently added.

Postscript.

Myself I started to suspect Schitts Creek-much as I enjoyed it at first-as being one of those initially at first superficially politically incorrect shows that are actually masquerading as one: because it then starts dealing with so-called officially important issues that we were all hoping to escape (under cover of or via the means of comedy). Well I was.

 

 

FAUDA

In Hebrew with English subtitles.
 Netflix in the United Kingdom.

I dipped briefly into Fauda. But I wasn’t in the mood. For something that looked pretty heavy. As in intense and realistic. We want escapism. Well I do. I probably would have watched this series normally. Just on the grounds of having loved the Israeli series Hatufim. Series One and two.

Not sure what happened to series three. Hatifum, or Prisoners of War, it has never been on Netflix. What a shame. They could put up Maison Close as well, that’s missing. From Netflix. Both figuratively and in reality. In my opinion. But I digress.

 

 

NIGHT WATCH

An American series.

Netflix in the United Kingdom.

Nightwatch looked mildly interesting mainly because I was confusing the title with Night Shift, the Icelandic series.

But no, this series is about a returning American soldier, from Afghanistan. Who returns to work in a Hospital in the USA as a Doctor in the Emergency room. We presume he was a soldier surgeon. Sort of a new age Mash (series). But I digress.

I only watched about ten minutes of Nightwatch. Mainly because an early scene shall we say: was just a bit too gory for me. As in gurgling blood. A very large, deep looking hole. Of blood.

I swear this blood spurted like a small geyser. At one point. Whilst our mysterious motorbike riding hero performs a magical medical trick. Upon a victim by the side of the road.

You just know that the supremely handsome surgeon: has learned that medical trick back in Afghanistan.

Oh yes and shortly thereafter the be-stubbled, black leather jacketed hero (I don’t really know these details for sure-I am just presuming) swans into the ER. As they call it in America. Short for emergency room. We call it Casualty. But I digress.

He is all bloodied up. From attending the trauma case on the road. So he whips off his shirt. Puts on a clean one. Over his Abs to the power of 64. Squared.

That was minorly distracting but disappointingly generic. At the same time.

SHADES OF BLUE

& WYNONNA EARP.
Two different and separate series, which I decided to review together.
Shades Of Blue is on Sky Living television Channel in the United Kingdom. Wynonna Earp is on the Sy-fy television channel in the United Kingdom.
 A combined sort of phonetically described extremely minute review.

Please note that I have combined this description of both series together as it serves as a generally descriptive summary of the first ten to twenty minutes approximately of each series.

The heroine:

“Grrrrr.”

“Grrrrrr.”

“Grrrrr.”

“Snarl”.

Heroine takes a break in the bar and knocks back shots. Most likely with a black, slightly fringed leather jacket on. Talks to the bartender.

Randomly inserted saccharine interlude. Where the heroine deals with her sweet teenager daughter and or saves a young woman/ child/ wimpy man (insert metaphorical damsel in distress as necessary).

Heroine: (biff baff boff signifying punching sounds)

“Biff”.

“Boff”

“Baff”

“Snarl”.

Repeat as often as required. Sometimes there might be a really ugly demon/ man.

Cue: (Demon)

“Arrrgh groar, arghh”.

Heroine:

“Grrrr.”

“Grrr.”

“Grrr”.

“Snarl”.

“Biff baff boff”.

(this can be at the gym punching a sparring partner or the eponymous punch bag).

CARDINAL.

BBC Four television channel in the United Kingdom. 
A Canadian series.
(was on Saturday nights @ 9pm)

So Cardinal is on BBC Four and taking that Saturday night slot traditionally reserved (well at intermittent intervals in time) for foreign language/ subtitled dramas. Back in the day when such showings used to be exciting.

That was back when such series were good. It seems so long ago. That’s why I say back in the day.

Sadly, at some point of watching Beck, followed by Modus, followed by Department Q: The Keeper of Lost causes (and the two other films in that trilogy) I turned against Scandi-noir drama. OK, strictly speaking these are several points.

Oh yes then there was Das Blatter/ The Undertaker (series one), but that was Swiss-German. I’m just so tired of the generic themes. You start to notice a repeating pattern.

Cardinal has all the right ingredients I suppose yet is lazily superficial and generic. I would list all the tiresome themes or politically correct collections of tick boxes. But that description in itself could conceivably be a spoiler.

Let’s just say: maverick gravelly-voiced Detective, eponymously righteously fearsome (by default) female Detective/ side-kick.

The case. The (forgotten by everyone but the Detective) case. From long ago..

Now all this could be good overall. Perhaps I was just not patient enough. But, I just got a bit bored.

Dialogue from Cardinal:

Gravelly voiced world weary Detective to fearsomely righteous woman side-kick/ Detective:

“Any leads?” (on the phones)

Her:

“No, just a bunch of useless racists”!

(but of course-the stereotypically evil small-town folk so beloved of the BBC and all similar productions). That was my final cue to bail..

Nb. The Detective is the guy from one of The Killings (the American remake) who was running for Mayor. Senator or summat. He was just as underwhelming in that series. He has a severely gravelly voice at sotto tone/sotto-voiced drawl/ gravelly drawl..

CLARISSIMA'S CIRCULAR 5TH JUNE 2017

Made In Chelsea Series 12.

Since then (after trying the series Cardinal) I have been saddened to see the descent into emotional mush: of my much loved light hearted reality type shows. Like Made In Chelsea. Or not a reality show as such: Nashville.

No. What have they done. First: Eastenders fell to the body snatchers. I might have been next. I had to stop.

Then: Made In Chelsea being now variable at the best of times bu especially now without the fizz of the ever effervescent character of Lucy, Oh well.

Made In Chelsea actually did an odd thing and nearly if not just a little bit, morphed into actual reality. As we watch bite sized pieces of the grand and tumultuous love story of Jamie and Frankie.

Plus: Olivia and the interesting and irascible but ever gentlemanly, Julius. They are best friends. And then there is..but it will take too long. If you watch then you’ll know. If you don’t then you probably won’t be reading this anyway.

Yes, things got real in edited pieces. Jamie as a character having grown up lately: before our eyes. Becoming a wise and calm adviser: to his now (comparatively) more reprobate friends.

Jamie you see, having finally bended/ bent to the will of his fair lady love. Oh she of the Bergman-like looks looking like she could really be an avant garde actress: in a stylish Swedish movie.

But I digress.

But Made In Chelsea went all syrupy. Right at the end. At the baby shower. When someone (I should be able to remember but believe me-my mind went blank) sang an incredibly slushy song. Which all the characters danced to. Or hugged each other and smiled.

But the music was so slow. And the slushiness just went on forever. And everybody was still smiling. If I had been there I’d have snuck out the door. To  escape from the saccharine overload.

It was an emergency evacuation situation. Of toe curling cringe.

Nashville.

Oh yes and in Nashville everyone went soppy too. They are all having emotional (and necessarily meaningful) emotional journeys. To the right place, I suppose.

Bring back Luke Wheeler and his black cowboy hats. And boots.

However sweet songstress Scarlett is looking slightly doe-eyed at the eponymous and officially English Damien. Of the curly hair and Captain Blackbeardish grin.

Intersection. Netflix. Two seasons/ two series. In Turkish with English subtitles. (update-series three has just recently added to Netflix).

I am trying to think of any other series I have tried since then but nothing springs to mind.

I search on Netflix occasionally and add randomly chosen interesting looking things: to my list.

For some reason Netflix wrote to me about a series called Intersection. Which was weird since I distinctly remember looking at Intersection. But not adding it to my list. Does Netflix know everything?

But I digress.

They, Netflix, wrote to me to tell me that there was a second series. Of Intersection. OK since this is a strange confluence of events: I am going back. To Intersection.

 

5TH JULY 2017.
My first Review of Intersection.

Netflix in the United Kingdom.
In Turkish with English subtitles.
Three series.

So here I am, at series two, episode approximately, ten I think. Now be warned, and you would have thought I would have noticed this earlier: but I didn’t. I was that engrossed. I suppose. My discovery was, much later, that each episode is around two good long hours long..

Now Intersection is a Turkish television series and is like a grandiose soap opera-writ large. Well, that’s what you think, at first..

If the first episode seems to get off to a shaky start: stick with Intersection. You will be more than pleasantly and surprisingly: rewarded. But then you have to watch till the end of episode one: to find out what happens in the cliffhanger moment which we see at the very beginning..

Intersection-final Review.

Nooooo. It can’t be over..I still have the music going round in my head. I know the song off by heart. Well I say song, when the song is silent. it becomes a song-throughout.

So I loved Intersection. I will have to find out if there’s another series. It would be said to have ended on a cliff-hanger..

Yes, Intersection is slow moving. But the series is a builder. A grower. As Dj’s used to call it. Things may seem a bit soap opera-y at first. But do not fail to prevail: since there is some very suspenseful action intertwined beneath. And within..

Postscript.

For once: there are equally good and rounded parts for men in this drama. As there are for women. Indeed the hero is a man. And he gets to be eponymously handsome (as well as seriously so) and run the full gamut of emotions. He, the hero, Ali Nefat Karusu and his chauffeur, Ibo, were my favourite characters.

So after Intersection I discovered that there is a series three. But beware. If you look up this information as I did-you may be subject to spoilers..

Now I am looking for a new series. There seeming to be a lot more time available now. Since I deserted Eastenders considering that Eastenders is only half an hour long: this contradiction in my perception of it’s length shows just how Godawfully dystopian Eastenders had become. But I digress.

Yes, when no longer appears the helpful BBC sign at the end of the programme offering help and a phone line for the issue that was the storyline in the programme. If you have suffered this problem: x, y or z.

Well now that no longer appears because the episode is one long, multifarious or multiple issues. And the characters all spout the correct political dogma. The approved words with which we must deal with this officially meaningful situation. Etc.

The creepy thing about embedding all this baloney in a soap opera: is that we are vulnerable because the characters are our metaphorical imaginary friends to to speak. There is emotion brought into the bargain.

Easier to slide the propaganda in. When we are officially emotional.

 

Filinta. 
Netflix in the United KIngdom.
Two Series. 
In Turkish with English subtitles.
nb. There is no English translation for the title Filinta, as this is the name of the hero.

Feeling kindly towards Turkish series possibly after watching Intersection, I decided after some humming and hawing (well not literally but metaphorically speaking) to try something on my list called Filinta.

I had initially stipulated to myself that I want a series with at least two seasons/ series. One is too short. Two is bare minimum. More than two is even better. But not always. I mean look what happened to Once Upon A Time..

On further examination I discover the rather amazing fact: that Filinta has eighty something episodes for series one. And sixty something for series two. Great stuff. I’m good to go..

The Client List.
An American Series.

Netflix in the United Kingdom.

I did briefly experiment with the Client List. It does have Jennifer Beals. And Sybil Shepherd. Those two actresses being my main reason for checking this series out.

Now Jennifer Beals as I once surmised, in my reviews of The Chicago Code (I think that was what it was called) surely has the secret to the elixir of life. Since she remains ever youthful. Just like in Flashdance. Well to our eyes anyways.

A lot can be forgiven for a heroine who dances by night and welds by day. What can I say. Her welding outfit was amazing. Jennifer rocked it.

Then there is Sybil Shepherd, always a delight to see, here she is in a mad wig. A wig which may well be the sister to: the one on Jennifer beale’s head.

Wigs notwithstanding Sybil Shepherd is as brilliant as always. Jennifer Beale or rather her character: is passable.

An interesting as in slightly 1970’s VHS video storyline beckons. Hard times hit for Jennifer/ her character’s name who just happens to be a masseur. Or is it masseuse. Wouldn’t want to get the gender wrong. Would I. Who knows. Who cares. So I think we can guess pretty much what is soon about to happen.

Now I can spot the tiresomely de rigeur now: female empowerment theme from a long way off..But still, this story could be interesting. It’s looking like we’re going to be saved the gory details.

Yet it’s not long before things descend into emotional claptrap. Sadly. As Jennifer/ Her character, who very fortunately has extremely handsome clients, is soon advising them on how to work things out with wifey. Back home. Ahh.

Wicked City.
An American series.

A Box set on my Virgin Media TIVO box. (no I do not work for Virgin)

Pilot episode-one Series One.
Description:

Detectives Jack Roth and Pablo Contreras track a killer who targets aspiring starlets in Los Angeles, and a struggling journalist may be the killer’s next target.

Fairly promising on the evidence of one episode. This drama is set in the 1990’s or it might be the 70’s. Deliberately retro dramas seem to mix and match the two periods.

Suffice to say the Detectives look buttoned up and uncomfortable to our eyes: in regulation terrible tight suits and beige (sort of) shirts. This was before the word taupe was invented and sneakily made beige into cool.

This phenomenon of the transformation of beige come to think of it may well be related to the obsession with Magnolia paint. At that time. Was that the 90’s or the 70’s? I’m not sure.

Surely the 70’s was the king of orange, burnt orange and sickly green. Which was lovingly called Avocado. The orange could come in the form of madly psychedelic wallpaper. Made of Rorsch-like mutant blobs and swirls.

Now I always knew that all this was terrible. And magnolia was just cream and the psychedelic wallpaper was all wrong. So wrong it should have been illegal.

Postscript.

It is weird that I was convinced I had written more about Wicked City but clearly I didn’t. Because my imagined further review did not exist. On paper. Apparently it was all in my head. But I remember the words. Roughly.

I was gonna say that I wasn’t entirely convinced by the character of the enigmatic and urban would-be murderer. Mainly on the basis of remembering him from Gossip Girl. Which is, admittedly, unfair.

Yes, I couldn’t get the image of the teenagerish but often come to think of it, convincingly evil anti-hero from Gossip Girl out of my head. But then that actor is probably older now. Yet still. He looks the same. A wee bit wooden. Of countenance and stance.

Then there is an interestingly dark and creepy story transpiring around someone officially unexpected that you were expecting to be the victim. Our first hint of this eerie situation arises over an encounter with a spider..

In spite of all these superficially interesting things as described so far in my viewing of this series: I ditched.

There was a possibility of a pleasing and different vintage style of drama: which sadly didn’t transpire for me. Instead the would-be retro staging just seemed stereotypical and dull.

OK. In short, I really didn’t like the whole thing with the spider. And certain initially surreal followed by severely sinister events surrounding it.
I can say no more..

pps.

I did find myself musing on the tiresome possibility that perhaps women characters are not even allowed to be the victim anymore.

 

PREVIEW OF FILINTA.

(taken from notes above)

Filinta.

Netflix in the United Kingdom.

Two Series.

In Turkish with English subtitles.

Feeling kindly towards Turkish series possibly after watching Intersection, I decided after some humming and hawing (well not literally but metaphorically speaking) to try something on my list called Filinta.

I had initially stipulated to myself that I want a series with at least two seasons/ series. One is too short. Two is bare minimum. More than two is even better. But not always. I mean look what happened to Once Upon A Time..

On further examination I discover the rather amazing fact: that Filinta has eighty something episodes for series one. And sixty something for series two. Great stuff. I’m good to go..

FIRST REVIEW ON FILINTA

Series One. First Few Episodes.

So Filinta is beautifully created on screen. Assiduously constructed for historical accuracy. As in the time period, the 19th century. The scene settings are gorgeous and fascinating to devour and examine. To observe that other world. In that other time. Wonderful stuff. Interiors to die for. Exquisite furniture, stencils on the wall, ornate ceramic tiles, I could go on. It would take too long.

The outside scenes too, are painstakingly constructed. The bundling trams, or more correctly coaches, with horses out front, hurtling over the cobbled street. With a man, running in front: ringing a red bell.

There is a very deliciously evil bad guy who is more than a little creepy and has a medusa head sculpture on his office wall. There is an extremely handsome young, mustachioed and bearded young Detective. Well I say bearded but this may indeed vary. I’m thinking he shaves for work. As hard to remember the details because the hero has these glittering sea blue eyes. And a burning gaze. You kind of get hypnotised.

The hero comes out with some hilarious chat up lines which sound to our twenty first century ears: exceedingly flowery. But he is deadly serious.

Who could help but swoon..

UPDATE ON FILINTA. SERIES ONE.

Well I’m on episode thirty five now and OK now I’m on somewhere around (episode) forty now. It was around episode thirty five that I felt Filinta was shaping up very nicely. Admittedly I had hiccups along the way. I am aware that there is a let’s call it a positive bias on the Ottoman side along with some proselytising. Plus some shocking historical facts. (see footnote)

Footnote.

Like in episodes one where Filinta’s best mate jokes-I think-that: “We could sell you a woman!” in order to remedy Filinta’s bachelor status. Now this was not shocking to me. I had already stumbled upon, a while ago now, this aspect of Ottoman history.

But then it is there, in old paintings, for all to see. Good thing we still have paintings. Because Wikipedia, for example is periodically sanitised. By those who carry out the mysterious editing. But I digress.

On second thoughts, better keep the history books too. I found something, as in a source called the New World Encyclopedia. Which seemed a little more impartial. In terms of relating history. But who knows.

This was my brief potted description of Filinta in a note to someone:

A brief description of Filinta (Series One).

Hey, so I stuck with Filinta and it is shaping up very nicely, think you might even like it!

Beautifully recreated mid 1800’s Ottoman empire Turkey, sailing boats, old ports, ancient original buildings (I have checked) Detective mysteries, a love story, gangsters, Pashas/ the Sultan, Grand Viziers, political machinations aplenty.. or more succinctly: Victorians with knives.

FILINTA SERIES TWO.

So I’m on series two now and have lost count of the episodes. At one point it was a hundred and two and I remember thinking that they were still counting from series one.

When at some point they must have decided that triple digits were getting too unwieldy and started counting from episode or number one again. During series two. Unless there was an actual break between parts of series two that we don’t know about. Since this series is a Turkish Television series.

I did note at another point, after some long credits, so long that I was thinking that it had finally ended, I saw the date 2015.

Blimey, that’s not that old then I thought to myself whilst realising that 2015 seems super modern anyway: compared to the late 1800’s. Somewhere around the turn of the century now I reckon. Since at some point the opening credits say: “Filinta’s one thousand. Which I presumed meant 1000 years.

I reckoned this somehow referred to the turn of the century? And this was their, as in the Ottoman’s way: of describing it? Like us saying its the millenium.

Remember when we were all convinced: or had been convinced- that some evil computer bug would destroy the electronic world? At the turn of the century. ha ha. I do. But I digress.

FINAL REVIEW OF FLINITA: Series One & Two.

So I am now suffering from a Victorian hangover. A post Victorian hangover to be precise. Since I am not suffering from a hangover in Victorian times. Well if I was I would have to be Victorian if that was a term. And I wouldn’t be writing this. But I digress.

Yes, ah the the Victorian times. The sartorial elegance of the male characters I noticed: increased over time. But then of course certain characters were always very well dressed. I can say no more.

Me I was fascinated with their tie pins or more correctly, some kind of artfully tied silk cravat. worn by the gentlemen. Along with fabulous jackets and coats. Of two-toned material, ties and even tartan. Waistcoats were de rigueur.

Possibly my favourite scenes in Filinta and there were many, were the zooming in scenes in 3-D and multicolour technicolour brights.

Then there were the harbour scenes, repeated over and over again. The one steam sailing ship, blowing it’s black smoke through a giant cylindrical steel chimney. Then the sailing boat, against a backdrop of magenta sunset: with too many triangular billowing sails to count.

Filinta was a delight for the eyes, a rip roaring story and a tumultuous tale of often nerve wracking suspense. Keeping you in suspenders as my Grandmother used to say.

There was a point towards the end of the second series that I had to vacate the room. For a break. Because I just couldn’t take the suspense any more. It was all a bit too much. MInd you, it had been really rather one thing after the other. That’s all I can say.

Plus I guess you have come to know the characters so well by then: you are emotionally invested. Or involved. Surely the proof of some very fine acting and wonderful increasing characterisations. Over time. Of each character. As we quite literally, see them grow older and wiser. Through time.

Well in the case mainly of the heroes that is. The evil ever plotting baddies remain pretty much the same. Except for appearing, in one case, a little bit older.

Being that the characters are all fully rounded: we see the good side along with the evil: in several of the officially evil characters. I like that.

Nobody is cardboard one sided or one dimensional cardboard. So to speak. You can’t help liking some of the baddies. Great. Nobody is just either evil or good. OK some of the may be..

There are lots and lots of wonderful characters in Filinta. Different sorts of clans if you like, associations. They are all too numerous and complicated to explain. That’s my excuse.

Plus to to begin to describe each or any of the men (and women) would or could constitute a spoiler. And it’s much more fun to discover them on your own..

Plus Mustafa is seriously hot.

Mustafa, we love you Mustafa!

And Mustafa has some serious moustache work going on.

 

Footnotes on Filinta as a postscript added later.

There are some odd anomalies at first in Filinta which it took me a while to figure out.

Now, later as a veteran watcher (as in long time, not that I’m a veteran) of Turkish Television series: I am familiar with these rules. Which are that despite the most heinous battles and hand to hand combat scenes you will see in Filinta: the blood is always blurred. On people’s rather horrific injuries. Shall we say.

Also to be found subject to the blurring fuzzy treatment on film is, hilariously, alcohol. Yes wine glasses have a miasmic like haze. Inside.

Now at first regarding the fuzzy faces and other injury sites likewise plus the odd alcohol apparition gave me to thinking: what the hell is going on?

But then I figured it out. Of course. And there is no kissing either. Well not on the lips.

Suddenly, twitching and sensitively creeping long slim fingers reaching out to another hand inches away: become fraught with romantic tensions. Ah.

Later, I realised I was becoming obsessed with spotting whether they had remembered to blot out with the hilariously wonderful John Carpenter fog: each and every glass.

Not that there was very much of that. As the Ottomans mostly drink dinky little cups of coffee and classical English tea. We presume. In fine bone china intricately patterned tea cups. Just like Victorians.

 

Update on Nashville. The Final series.

So what can I say about Nashville. That I have not already signalled. Way back in this tome of a quick note already. As in Nashville generally descending into the sinister somehow, soup of seriously slushy mush of emotion.

Yes, a veritable tsunami of emotion has descended upon us lately: clearly dictated by some universal edict from upon high.

We must henceforth, as a population: be subjected to a deluge of emotion. Covering and affecting everything we have formerly known. Not just in the real word: or rather the world we are offered up to experience as viewers of everything on screen. But I digress.

Sadly, this curse of hyper emotional subjectively based judgemental rinse: has become a deluge. All terrestrial television including the News has succumbed. Been ruined. And so it continues.

Even reality shows have fallen, into the craggy quagmire. Strange. I’m sure some kind of ironic statement somehow exists within that descent of an already meta-reality into achingly uncomfortable reality.

But reality unfortunately saturated so heavily in replicated half or is it whole emotion. Or, in a nutshell as experienced in or via the viewing experience: as total and utter cringe. Toe curlingly so.

And so it was with Nashville.

Yes, they took away toe tapping, black Stetson wearing, all round rock star god status and country western singer: Luke Wheeler for a start.

 

ILLUSTRATION at top of page:

THE FLAMMARION.

An engraving.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Flammarion.jpg

Quoted from Wikipedia:
(in) English:

“The Flammarion engraving is a wood engraving by an unknown artist that first appeared in Camille Flammarion’s L’atmosphère: météorologie populaire (1888). The image depicts a man crawling under the edge of the sky, depicted as if it were a solid hemisphere, to look at the mysterious Empyrean beyond.”

The caption underneath the engraving translates to:

A medieval missionary tells that he has found the point where heaven and Earth meet…

Date 1888
Source Camille Flammarion, L’Atmosphère: Météorologie Populaire (Paris, 1888), pp. 163
Author: Anonymous.

This image is in the public domain.

 

 

 

 

Kacak-a Mini-Potted Review. Series One.

KACAK A MINI-POTTED REVIEW.
Series One.
On Netflix in the United Kingdom.

In Turkish with English subtitles. 
& Subtitles for Several other languages.
Kacak is on Youtube in Turkish, Series One & Two.

So I loved, loved, loved, Kacak..

Kacak is like the Godfather met Dirty Harry met an intense and wonderful soap opera.. Kacak is a story above all. It is cheerfully violent. I mostly didn’t look. However as per usual in Turkish TV series: you don’t see the blood. Glory be to Hallelujah: I’m down with that.

The other thing I like best about Turkish TV/television series is that the are stories. It really is: just as story. Thank goodness. Because that is all I want. A story. What dramas used to be. Back in the day.

Before political agenda. political dogman, political correctness, positive role model/ characters (that could never be bad and if in the rare instance they were-it was because they were really a victim-even if they are the mad murder) but I digress.

Yes, bleeping out swear words (which makes it fun to guess what the word was-my theory is the f word and various insulting epithets which we can often imagine including motherfucker.

Bleeping is a form of political correctness, so is blurring out blood. I guess. Plus of course, alcohol. But at least they are up front about it. We can see it clearly. Or rather, in the case of the bleeping hear something but not hear it. That does sound bad I guess.

But I quite like it. The Bleeping. Its funy. and I don’t care. You are imagining the words anyway and sometimes they give you half a clue- by only asterixing part of the word. Hilarious. Point is, it’s in your face.

There will be, in Turkish TV series a low to medium to high amount of religious iconography, rituals, especially funerals.

Boy do I know all about Turkish and Ottoman funeral rites by now. Every aspect. It’s all very moving. But then funerals are.

My main conclusion was that if you are unlucky enought to, God forbid, be buried alive. You could thankfully fight your way out: not being stuck in a coffin and all. Just boards above.

But then, I forgot, you’re tied up at two ends in a sheet. Oh well. Perhaps you have a knife. But only if you were buried with one..

But I digress.

When I say medium to heavy that would be adding the praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. There is a lot of this in the early Filinta series. After a while I zoned out. As in concentrated on something else. In order to avoid it.)

The more modern the series is, in my experience with Turkish TV series, the lower the amount of the religious element I found. however people still think about fate a lot. Only one person in Kacak, mentions free will.

 

 

Review of Filinta series One Two & Three. By Clarissima.

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24th day of May in the year 2018.

London,

United Kingdom.


PREVIEW OF FILINTA
Netflix in the United Kingdom.
 Two Series.
 In Turkish with English subtitles.

Feeling kindly towards Turkish series possibly after watching Intersection, I decided after some humming and hawing (well not literally but metaphorically speaking) to try something on my list called Filinta.

I had initially stipulated to myself that I want a series with at least two seasons/ series.  One is too short. Two is bare minimum.

More than two is even better.  But not always.  I mean look what happened to Once Upon A Time..

On further examination I discover the rather amazing fact: that Filinta has eighty something episodes for series one. And sixty something for series two.  Great stuff.  I’m good to go..

FIRST REVIEW ON FILINTA

Series One. First Few Episodes.

So Filinta is beautifully created on screen.  Assiduously constructed for historical accuracy. As in the time period, the 19th century.

The scene settings are gorgeous and fascinating to devour and examine.  To observe that other world.  In that other time. Wonderful stuff.

Interiors to die for.  Exquisite furniture, stencils on the wall, ornate ceramic tiles, I could go on. It would take too long.

The outside scenes too, are painstakingly constructed.  The bundling trams, or more corectly coaches, with horses out front, hurtling over the cobbled street.  With a man, running in front: ringing a red bell.

There is a very deliciously evil bad guy who is more than a little creepy and has a medusa head sculpture on his office wall.

There is an extremely handsome young, moutachioed and bearded young Detective. Well I say bearded but this may indeed vary.  I’m thinking he shaves for work.

Its’ hard to remember the details because the hero has these glittering sea blue eyes.  And a burning gaze.  You kind of get hypnotised.

The hero comes out with some hilarious chat up lines which sound to our twenty first century ears: exceedingly flowery.  But he is deadly serious. Who could help but swoon..

UPDATE ON FILINTA. SERIES ONE.

Well I’m on episode thirty five now and OK now I’m on somewhere around (episode) forty now.  It was around episode thirty five that I felt Filinta was shaping up very nicely.

Admittedly I had hiccups along the way.  I am aware that there is a let’s call it a positive bias on the Ottoman side along with some proselytising.  Plus some shocking historical facts.

(see footnote)

Footnote.

Like in episodes one where Filinta’s best mate jokes- I think-that:

“We could sell you a woman!” in order to remedy Filinta’s bachelor status.  Now this was not shocking to me.  I had already stumbled upon, a while ago now, this aspect of Ottoman history.  But then it is there, in old paintings, for all to see.

Good thing we still have paintings.  Because Wikipedia, for example is periodically sanitised.  By those who carry out the mysterious editing.  But I digress.

On second thoughts, better keep the history books too.  I found something, as in a source called the New World Encyclopedia. Which seemed a little more impartial. In terms of relating history.  But who knows.

This was my brief potted description of Filinta in a note to my brother:
 A brief description of Filinta (Series One).

“Hey, so I stuck with Filinta and it is shaping up very nicely, think you might even like it!”

“Beautifully recreated mid 1800’s Ottoman empire Turkey, sailing boats, old ports, ancient original buildings (I have checked) Detective mysteries, a love story, gangsters, Pashas/ the Sultan, Grand Viziers, political machinations aplenty.. or more succinctly: Victorians with knives.”

 

FILINTA SERIES TWO.

So I’m on series two now and have lost count of the episodes.  At one point it was a hundred and two and I remember thinking that they were still counting from series one.

When at some point they must have decided that triple digits were getting too unwieldy and started counting from episode or number one again.   During series two.  Unless there was an actual break between parts of series two that we don’t know about. Since this series is a Turkish Television series.

I did note at another point, after some long credits, so long that I was thinking that it had finally ended, I saw the date 2015.

Blimey, that’s not that old then I thought to myself whilst realising that 2015 seems super modern anyway: compared to the late 1800’s. Somewhere around the turn of the century now I reckon.

Since at some point the opening credits say: “Filinta’s one thousand”. Which I presumed meant 1000 years.

I reckoned this somehow referred to the turn of the century?  And this was their, as in the Ottoman’s way: of describing it?  Like us saying it’s the millenium.

Remember when we were all convinced: or had been convinced- that some evil computer bug would destroy the electornic world?  At the turn of the century. ha ha.  I do.  But I digress.

FINAL REVIEW OF FLINITA: Series One & Two.

So I am now suffering from a Victorian hangover. a post Victorian hangover to be precise.  Since I am not suffering from a hangover in Victorian times.  Well if I was I would have to be Victorian if that was a term.  And I wouldn’t be writing this.  But I digress.

Yes, ah the Victorian times.  The sartorial elegance of the male characters I noticed: increased over time.  But then of course certain characters were always very well dressed.  I can say no more.

Me I was fascinated with their tie pins or more correctly, some kind of artfully tied silk cravat.  worn by the gentlemen.  Along with fabulous jackets and coats. Of two-toned material, ties and even tartan. Waistcoats were de rigeur.

Possibly my favourite scenes in Filinta and there were many, were the zooming in scenes in 3-D and multicolour technicolour brights.

Then there were the harbour scenes, repeated over and over again.  The one steam sailing ship, blowing it’s black smoke through a giant cylindrical steel chimney.

Then the sailing boat, against a backdrop of magenta sunset: with too many triangular billowing sails to count.

Filinta was a delight for the eyes, a rip roaring story and a tumultuous tale of often nerve wracking suspense. Keeping you in suspenders as my Grandmother used to say.

There was a point towards the end of the second series that I had to vacate the room.  For a break.  Because I just couldn’t take the suspense any more.  It was all a bit too much.

Mind you, it had been really rather one thing after the other.  That’s all I can say.

Plus I guess you have come to know the characters so well by then: you are emotionally invested.  Or involved.  Surely the proof of some very fine acting and wonderful increasing characterisations.  Over time.  Of each character.  As we quite literally, see them grow older and wiser.  Through time.

Well in the case mainly of the heroes that is.  The evil ever plotting baddies remain pretty much the same.  Except for appearing, in one case, a little bit older.

Being that the characters are all fully rounded: we see the good side along with the evil: in several of the officially evil characters.  I like that.  Nobody is cardboard one sided or one dimensional cardboard.  So to speak.

You can’t help liking some of the baddies.  Great.  Nobody is just either evil or good.  OK some of them maybe..

There are lots and lots of wonderful characters in Filinta.  Different sorts of clans if you like, associations. They are all too numerous and complicated to explain. That’s my excuse.

Plus to to begin to describe each or any of the men (and women)  would or could constitute a spoiler. And it’s much more fun to discover them on your own..

Plus Mustafa is seriously hot.

Mustafa, we love you Mustafa!

And Mustafa has some serious moustache work going on.

Footnotes on Filinta as a postscript added later.

There are some odd anomalies at first in Filinta which it took me a while to figure out.

Now, later as a veteran watcher (as in long time, not that I’m a veteran) of Turkish Television series: I am familiar  with these rules.  Which are that despite the most heinous batles and hand to hand combat scenes you will see in Filinta: the blood is always blurred.  On people’s rather horrific injuries. Shall we say.

Also to be found subject to the blurring fuzzy treatment on film is, hilariously, alcohol.  Yes wine glasses have a miasmic like haze.  Inside.

Now at first regarding the fuzzy faces and other injury sites likewise plus the odd alcohol apparition gave me to thinking: what the hell is going on? But then I figured it out.  Of course.

And there is no kissing either.  Well not on the lips.

Suddenly, twitiching and sensitively creeping long slim fingers reaching out to another hand inches away: become fraught with romantic tensions. Ah.

Later, I realised I was becoming obsessed with spotting whether they had remembered to blot out with the hilariously wonderful John Carpenter fog: each and every glass.

Not that there was very much of that.  As the Ottomans mostly drink dinky little cups of coffee and classical English tea. We presume.  In fine bone china intricately patterned tea cups.  Just like Victorians.

The Sniffer. A Ukrainian series on Netflix in the United Kingdom. A Preview and Final Review of Series One. By Clarissima.

THE SNIFFER

NETFLIX IN THE UNITED KINGDOM
IN RUSSIAN WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES
PREVIEW OF SERIES ONE OF THE SNIFFER

I did find an enjoyable Russian series called The Sniffer.

Now I am quite into Russian series. Well purely on the basis of Silver Spoon (Series One) being so good. Russian series are fresh and different and less cluttered with the preachy-teachy politicking that we all know.

Men chatting up women at work! Shock horror. Women flirt back! I think I might faint. In utter horror. haven’t they heard of the isms and ists?

Quick-send them to the Gulags! Double-time (it was a joke). They must be shown The Way.

Sacre bleu. Mon dieu. I think we may all have to go lie down in a darkened room. Call for some laudanum. That will help.

Whilst we fan ourselves with our dainty hands. Or delicate fans. (not sure if they had them in Victorian times but you get the gist).

Yes, as we recover our damaged sensibilities form such indelicacies/ indelicate sights. Quivering on our day bed, an embroidered chaise longue. with drooping fluted pale hands on forehead..

Until we recover, but I digress

Russian series also have cool and funky music in the credits. You might find yourself singing along. or maybe it was jut that the laudanum was really rather good.

FINAL REVIEW OF THE SNIFFER SERIES ONE.

So I am on episode six now of Sniffer. Another good Russian series..

Don’t give up on episode one. If it seems a bit lurid. Because by episode two the series is warming up very nicely.

Without giving too much away let’s Just say a classic detecting duo soon transpires. Along with a nicely cogent central storyline running concurrently with various investigation.

Plus stunning sets and scenery and fabulous interiors. Of ancient stone brick houses from other centuries filled with gigantic ornate wooden framed mirrors. Propped up against the wall. Old and intricate armoires, and faded jewel painted walls. These are the insides of the old houses, apartments and tiny little rooms.

Then there is the industrial chic of steel and glass and silver toned offices of the SGB/ Special Investigation Bureau . And the penthouse flat. Which belongs to the best friend of a certain Sergeant. A Detective who works in the SGB.  The go-getting and serial romancer Detective is friends with a man with a very beautiful penthouse apartment: and a rather unusual skill..

Possibly my favourite piece of scenery so far in this series is a tiny wooden cabin, it used to be a sauna. Explains the beautiful elderly lady. There the cabin lays, only accessible by a boardwalk: facing the lake.

 

postscript.

Further research on this show reveals the fact that I was mistaken to originally call it a Russian series: since it is in fact a Ukrainian series, but filmed in Russia and is in Russian.

Sourced and quoted from Wikipedia 22nd May 2018:

The Sniffer (UkrainianНюхач) is a Russian language detective series produced and shot in Ukraine by FILM.UA Television, created, co-written, and directed by Artyom Litvinenko.

 

 

Clarissima’s Circulars and Newsletters from London. 16th October 2017.

Dear Readers, 
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THE ORIGINALS.

Netflix in the United Kingdom.

So I am over the fact now that there is a wait in the United Kingdom for series Four. I can do it..

Plus there will only be five episodes. Boo hoo. And we were used to great big galumphing nicely meaty twenty to even twenty three: episodes. In a series.

My top pick of last week:

 NOWHERE BOYS.
 Netflix in the UK.
I gave this series five stars.

So having zoomed enjoyably through Nowhere Boys I discovered this:

 

My top pick of the next week:

 THE UNDERTAKER.  DER BESTATTER.
 Four series.
 Netflix in the United Kingdom.
I give this series five stars.

According to IMDB there are five series.
Nb. If you look this series up online you will find it listed only as Der Bestatter.

Notes.
OK it’s a Swiss series in Swiss German. With French and English subtitles.
First released in Switzerland in 2013.
Most recent series five is dated 2017.
Only four series on Netflix.

Der Bestatter has won two awards: for the award of best actor and actress for Mike Muller and Barbara Muller.


DER BESTATTER. THE UNDERTAKER.
Netflix Description:
"When a former Detective takes over his fathers's funeral home, his close encounters with unusual deaths inspires him to continue investigating murders".
2016. Four seasons.

Finished this drama now. All four series. No series five yet.



My top pick of the following week.

Right now I am checking out:

MAR DE PLÁSTICO

Netflix in the United Kingdom.
In Spanish with English subtitles.

Which was randomly added to my list a while back now.

(in my randomly chosen intermittent sweep of Netflix for series that look interesting)

I’m on episode two now.


Mar de plástico
Netflix description:
"In a town in southern Spain where racial tensions run high among the workers in it's many greenhouses, a cop investigates the murder of a young woman".
2016. Two seasons.

Nb. This series is only listed as MAR DE PLÁSTICO.

Update.
I am seriously into this series now. Somewhere around episode eight of series one..

Later update.
Yep. Warning-this series may keep you up at night-or you may even find yourself watching during the day-just to find out what happened next..
A stonkingly good murder mystery.

Whilst superficially shlocky at times-there is enough good acting and characters along with a satisfyingly good puzzle for the viewer to figure out whodunnit..

I think my inner voice may have changed to Spanish.

 

SERIES ON ENGLISH TELEVISION.

Grimm Series Six.

TV Description:

"One day you're a normal Portland homicide cop.  The next: a warrior battling fairy tale monsters.  It's been quite a week."

Channel W in the UK.
Four series of Grimm are now on Netflix.
Grimm series five has just been added to Netflix.

Oh yes. And Grimm ended-nooooooo!

Sadly the series was cancelled and episode thirteen was the final episode.

I think I may agree with a comment I read somewhere (whilst attempting to unravel the gargantuan plot) that the world may well be a sadder and duller place now without Grimm.

Yep I will add that to the list of series I have loved that were cancelled: Residue. Magic City. East End Witches.

BBC ONE.
A United Kingdom British Broadcasting Services channel.

I see from a television trailer I caught whilst venturing into the dystopian hell of Eastenders tonight: that there is a bucket load of new series coming to BBC One.

So many in fact, that they, the titles of the series fill the screen at the end.

Me-I could only admire the font and sigh. I have learnt, to my cost in time and pure, dragging, dirge-like dreariness of drama series on this channel (nay- on all even commercial channels now) of hours of time spent uselessly that I will never get back. Wasted watching things on this channel.

But I digress.

Yes-I have learnt that not even the presence of a recognisable and good actor is worth putting yourself through this proselytising propaganda-fest. Which each drama is. I predict..

 

 

The Legacy Series Three.

On Sky Arts Channel in the UK.

So I am trudging my way through this series. Which has been surprisingly un-engaging this time around. For me anyway.

I really thought it was the final episode last week. But no. It’s not great when the watching of something feels like a chore. Is it.

 


WATCHING IN WEEKLY INSTALMENTS ON NETFLIX IN THE UNITED KINGDOM:
RIVERDALE.

Still keeping up with Riverdale. A bit turgid all in all however a beautiful and amazing piece of filmic work. In my opinion. Successfully creating that Gothic depiction of a comic book with characters made real.

Even if the original Archie & Veronica comics were not this dark..




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English noir.
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