I’m a big tv binger. Once I find a series I like, if it’s got a few seasons behind it already, I’ll happily plonk myself down with my laptop in front of me and watch hours after hours after hours. It’s the best way to spend a rainy day. It’s also the reason I’m currently in Mr T’s bad books – we’ve picked a new show to watch together, Orange is the New Black which we’re both enjoying (I’m loving it, he’s liking it…). Today, in a moment of madness, I watched an episode without him and then made the mistake of admitting it. He’s now sulking.
Anyway, on to more binge tv. In the past, I’ve binged on Rizzoli and Isles, Bones, Supernatural, American Horror Story, Modern Family; you name it, I’ll give it a go (not in that way, cheeky!).
My latest binge is (or should I say ‘was’ as I’m now heartbreakingly up to date) Elementary. I loved the Sherlock BBC series with The Cumberbatch, and the Robert Downey Jr films, I’ve read the books, but when I heard about Elementary I wasn’t sold. I’ve never been a big Lucy Liu fan, and I can take or leave Jonny Lee Miller, or so I thought.
Basically, what you’ve got is a glossy American version of the show, relocated to New York, with Miller as Holmes and Liu as Watson. He’s a recovering drug addict, she’s his live-in coach.
Don’t worry if you think you’re too familiar with the Conan Doyle story lines, as the programme only takes them as a loose guideline.
It’s slick, it’s entertaining, Miller is brilliant, there’s a good Moriarty twist and the only fly in the ointment is the odd appearance of the perpetually scruffy (and in my mind, skin-crawlingly greasy) Rhys Ifans.
If you have some time to while away, off you pop to Netflix. Just don’t watch an extra episode if you’ve agreed to watch it with someone, ok?