I'm cockahoop and doolally for Life on Mars
(although I am quite partial)
No. Praise the Gods of Television, I'm talking about this
:Life on Mars
is an eight-part BBC drama series from the makers of Spooks
that will hopefully appear on Australian screens before too long.
I don't usually go in for cop shows (especially not of the CSI: Crimes Against Vaginas
variety) but this one is different. If Life on Mars
is “just a cop show” then The Singing Detective
(1986) was “just” about some crazy old dude with bad skin.
Like The Singing Detective
, Life on Mars
is dark, haunting, wildly original, and frequently hilarious. It has an unforgettable concept, production values that will knock your woolly socks off, and a magnificent cast who will quickly inhabit your dreams (or am I the only one who dreams about fictional characters?).
Plus the protagonist drives a mint-condition 1970s brown Ford Cortina with a vinyl roof. Hot.
If only the ubiquitous CSI
series had less brow-furrowing and voyeuristic violence, and more dream sequences, 70s rock, and mind-bending narrative riffs on the nature of human memory...
I could rant and gush all day but I won’t. I had the pleasure of viewing Life on Mars
without knowing a thing about its premise, and you should too. Do yourself a favour and check it out before you read any reviews.
Oh, one last thing. This man (John Simm
) plays the lead:
Hot. Hot as guts. Don’t believe me? Then obviously you have not yet had the pleasure of seeing him in action.
Do remedy that, won’t you?
Check back here in the next few days for an investigation into Mr Simm’s
bizarre sexual hold over myself and most of my female friends
curious magnetism. This hard-hitting Carrion Laughing
enquiry (going under the working title of “Inexplicably Irresistible British Man Flesh”) will explore the allure of Mr Simm and his similarly pasty yet mouth-watering contemporaries.