Hounds RIP

(Before you lot get excited, this post is about the TV show, not the departure of one or more of our menagerie.)

A little while back, I got an outta-the-blue email asking if I was interested in plugging (or not plugging) an upcoming TV show. That, my Beloved Readers, is one of the mean reasons why I’ve clung onto this blog: for free shit.

There were a few hiccups along the way – including a greyhound by the the name of Lundybaindixonwatson who needed some audio finessing – but the show was assured, low key and damned funny.

How funny? The Goddess, The Girl (who’s at university now) and I watched the pilot and we all laughed. Not together, mind: we each found something to laugh out loud at. From a crowd that was a hard one to begin with – when I suggested it for a viewing the looks from my fellow viewers-to-be were none-too-friendly – that was something to hold on to. And it wasn’t just us – the critics liked it, too.

Of course, it was programmed to screen at 10pm on a Friday night.

And, of bloody course, it got cancelled.

It’s out on DVD now: a damned fine Kiwi comedy that I’ll proudly be adding to my library.

Go on: try it.

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The Goddess is Still Away

Yeah, the adolescent actioner may have been totally disposable but last night’s cult horror film had the adjective ‘cult’ for good reason.

I know I’m being scared when I have to consciously –

  1. unclench my fists, stomach and thighs, and
  2. think, This is only a movie.

Ah, the horror genre: some vicarious scaring never hurt nobody (unless you believe that there are a lot of unexplained things in our world and that sometimes… sometimes ignorance truly is bliss).

I snuck the puerile comedy and a thriller today. The puerile comedy turned out to be a low-brow actioner that was surprisingly engaging – funny how good actors can lift a script. The thriller, on the other hand, gave me flashbacks. But I got me some more script notes out of its running time, so not all was lost.

I’d like my Goddess back now, please.

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