Like most men I control the remote. So much so that she doesn't even know how to work it. I mean I always ask her what she wants to watch. To which she replies "I don't know." So I have to list what is available and we pick out what we want to veg out too and forget about the stresses of the day.
More and more I am tired of typical television fare. I am tired of serial killers and brutality. Maybe I am just old. I have been favoring simple fare. English stuff. "Call the Midwife." "Mr. Selfridge." "Doc Martin." Even crime dramas like "Broadchurch" that doesn't feature mutilated corpses every episode and over the top bullshit. I mean on the season finale of Hawaii Five O they set off a nuclear bomb for crying out loud.
Now I am hooked on the Hallmark Channel. We first stated watching "Cedar Cove" that starred the Instapundit's wife. Then we stareted following "When Calls the Heart" which is a sappy soap opera about a love story with a Mountie and a schoolteacher. You know what? It is the closest you are going to get to a John Ford movie these days.
We even started watching the Hallmark movies. They all have the same plot with nondescript actors. I mean they might have one old TV star you might recognize as a supporting character. One had Joyce DeWitt from "Three's Company." Another had Tim Conway. What they have in common is a sweet love story with a predictable twist and a happy ending. Easy to watch. Easy to enjoy. No gore. No corpses. No serial killers.
I swear I am turning into an old woman.
