Watched Today:

* Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries: “Cocaine Blues” Australia 2012 The first episode of a new detective series based on the novels by Kerry Greenwood, with Essie Davis in the title role. It’s Melbourne in the ‘20s and all the usual traits: the woman who returns home to deal with the big issue (stretched per norm over several episodes, only nagged at now and then), the silly police, time atmospheric cosyness. She will probably turn out to be too annoying with her cockiness, you don’t really want to search for images on Ms Davis and pin on your wall. But I will give it another try, especially since the next episode will cover a murder on a train. Followed probably by more Agata Christie influenced situations in future episodes. Can’t wait, or can I?

* CSI NY: Reignited
The first episode of the 9th season was a surprise the way it went outside the traditional formula (well, some of the time). The personal life in these series normally take a back seat, procedures and cases being the main thing, but since we left the last season with Mac shot and wounded it was only natural to focus on his recovery (his memory lapses being just the right amount of complications to make his behaviour a bit uncertain in future episodes). When it came to the lab work it was back to business as usual: a music video during the test, with almost always music I don’t care for; the silliest dialogue in TV land when they are explaning basics to each other in order for the silly ones in the audience to understand. It can’t be easy to say these lines with a straight face. And all these expressions like “high velocity blood splatter”. Sometimes the script writer tries to make a sort of joke explaining why they talk so silly. Series like Silent witness and even Law and Order manage to tell their stories with a sort of realism in their lines.
I remember the first CSI as something new and fresh. I don’t remember if they used the silly language. Perhaps it was added later after viewer complaints. Both CSI Miami and CSI NY I stopped watching after a few episodes. But I returned to them. I realised that Caruso was suppose to be like that, that it was a kind of a joke, most obvious in an episode that took place in South America where Caruso in an Eastwood manner gunned down (without miranding them) a whole lot of bandits to the sound of Morricone. But I never got used to his way of stretching his head and looking in different directions like a prairie dog.

* MM: Foghorn Leghorn: “The Dixie fryer” USA 1960 McKimson
It was worrying to see that some of the comments on You Tube were concerned about making fun of ethnic minorietes, even if a Southerner explained that he wasn’t offended at all. If we only could make fun of ethnic majorities, wouldn’t the minorities feel excluded? It would be a gross missrepresentation of the past to try and erase everything we don’t like today. That could give the impression that everything was all right back then. They done it in some countries, most famously in the Soviet Union where Trotsky and other dissidents were photo shopped out of group pictures. They were usually erased in real life too.